Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night / now they blew up his house too / Down on the boardwalk they’re gettin’ ready for a fight / gonna see what them racket boys can do
I take it back, Bruce. I’ve written that I’ve outgrown your music. What nonsense.
I’ve written that your live show was getting long in the tooth. But that’s just me.
I’ve written that your latest album, The Rising, was mediocre. I dismissed it as a failure and politically vague. But your heart was in it.
You rock, Bruce. You walk Streets Of Fire. Dylan freed the mind; Springsteen freed the heart, someone said. But I see no reason to split it down the middle like that.
You’re an American treasure. I know that. I’ve always known it, despite my critical hubris. Blogger made me do it, Bruce.
Besides, I had to take down my idol.
The Rising is a good sight shy of your best work, that’s true, but we can’t be brilliant every time out of the gate.
Yet, I have this feeling that you’re gonna kick down the doors again, most likely with your next release. Certainly, the new message on your Web site is an encouraging sign:
The pressure coming from the government and big business to enforce conformity of thought concerning the war and politics goes against everything that this country is about – namely freedom. Right now, we are supposedly fighting to create freedom in Iraq, at the same time that some are trying to intimidate and punish people for using that same freedom here at home.
I don’t know what happens next, but I do want to add my voice to those who think that the Dixie Chicks are getting a raw deal, and an un-American one to boot. I send them my support. (more)
Obviously, you too feel the chill wind Tim Robbins was talking about at the National Press Club.
“I don’t know what happens next.” Yeah, that’s it. Take that killer band of yours in the studio and find out.
You said it in 1984, “The times are tough now, just getting tougher. This old world is rough, it’s just getting rougher.” Lot of good lyrics on the Born in the U.S.A. album. Musically, to these ears it’s inert stadium rock/pop, so it’s not one of my favorites. But yeah, in today’s climate, you can easily “end up like a dog that’s been beat too much / Till you spend half your life just covering up.”
There were encouraging signs on your last effort. Mary’s Place in particular. “I’m pullin’ all the faith I can see / From that black hole on the horizon.” And you asked, you kept asking, “Tell me how do you get this thing started?”
Drop the needle, Bruce. I’ll say the prayer for all the long-gone daddys in the USA.
Everything dies, baby, that’s a fact / But maybe everything that dies someday comes back. ~ Bruce Springsteen, Atlantic CityPowered by Sidelines