Bruce Springsteen Version
"Fire" was written during the troubled sessions that followed Born to Run. The song was written as a tribute to Elvis Presley, who died during the recording sessions on August 16, 1977. A studio take of "Fire" was recorded during the sessions, but would not see official release until 2010's The Promise box set.
Although he performed the song live from his 1978 tour onwards, Springsteen himself did not release his own recording of the song until his 1986 Live/1975-85 album, which contains his December 16, 1978 performance at Winterland in San Francisco. The recording was heavily edited, to eliminate Springsteen's on-stage hijinks. This version was released as a single, scoring number 46 on the U.S. pop chart. The B-side was a live version of "Incident on 57th Street".
A music video for the song was released at the time, but included a completely unrelated 1986 acoustic performance at a Bridge School Benefit concert. The song was also released on 'The Promise' and a video version appears on the associated 'The Promise: The Darkness On The Edge Of Town Story' as part of the Thrill Hill Vault Houston '78 Bootleg: House Cut DVD.
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