They came like a breath of life through the sterile hospital air — Steven Tyler, draped in scarves as if the ward itself were just another stage, and Bruce Springsteen, carrying his weathered guitar like an old friend.
They came like a breath of life through the sterile hospital air — Steven Tyler, draped in scarves as if the ward itself were just another stage, and Bruce Springsteen, carrying his weathered guitar like an old friend. The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, and for weeks the room had known only hushed voices, clipped…