He forgot the words — but found the reason he ever sang. The crowd inside Madison Square Garden was already on fire when Bruce Springsteen stormed the stage mid-verse, crashing Neil Diamond’s tribute with nothing but a grin and a guitar. The audience roared as two legends locked eyes — the preacher of Brooklyn and the poet of Jersey — turning a planned performance into something holy and unrehearsed. But halfway through the song, Bruce froze, his mind blank, the lyrics gone. Neil stepped forward, laid a hand on his shoulder, and whispered, “It’s not about remembering — it’s about believing….
Madison Square Garden has seen chaos, miracles, meltdowns, and moments so electric they practically rewired the walls but nothing prepared the 20,000 fans packed shoulder-to-shoulder […]
