Dwight Wolfe 🇨🇦

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THE RIVER — first-ever live performance. September 21, 1979 — Madison Square Garden, NYC. The audience didn’t know this song. The album wouldn’t arrive for another year. That night at No Nukes, Bruce Springsteen introduced The River to the world for the very first time. A song that would become one of his defining works — born onstage that night. #BruceSpringsteen #TheRiver #NoNukes

I know it has only been a few hours since I've become a full European, but man... Already, this afternoon I went to a crowded nude beach in the south of France at 10 a.m., chain-smoking a cigarette I lit with mild contempt, drinking cheap unlabeled red wine straight from the bottle, tearing into a baguette I refuse to put down, and judging every American who still thinks two weeks of vacation is generous. Now, I need a 35-hour work week, a six-week August shutdown of the entire country, a labor strike over the temperature of my espresso, a Vespa I look too good on, a tiny car I park with hostility, a cheese course before dessert, a scarf I wear even when it’s 28 degrees, dogs in the restaurant, four hours at a café doing absolutely nothing, and a full existential crisis about whether life has meaning if the wine isn’t French. This evening I started to kiss strangers on both cheeks, treat slow service as a human right, and act like work-life balance is a religion. Still Canadian enough to apologize for all of this. Sorry. Eh?

I can’t wait for the day I decide to share “my truths.” The only difference? Mine will come with facts, receipts, and the actual truth. For now, I’ll simply say this: a lot of people have become far too comfortable speaking publicly while relying on my silence. Enjoy it while it lasts. There are plenty of 💣 with plenty of names attached. When the time is right, everything will speak for itself. That is all.