According to the New York Times, this week marks the 43rd anniversary of Bruce Springsteen's debut album, "Greetings From Asbury Park, N.J." I might have to blast some Springsteen on my way home tonight to honor the anniversary. I'll roll down the window and let the wind blow back my hair, obviously. ("Thunder Road." Born to Run. 1975.)
After years of hearing respected musicians and music-loving friends laud Bruce Springsteen, I've finally resolved to give him a chance.
My previous experience with Springsteen is limited at best. I know most of the hits, his rendition of "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" actually stops me from flipping past the Christmas radio station, I own a well-worn vinyl copy of Nebraska, and I had a brief, but intense love of Born In the USA during elementary school (although mostly just the song, "Da
The music world lost one of it's biggest and brightest when Clarence Clemons passed away this Saturday. The Big Man was a favorite of many E Street Band fans and thrilled all with his colorful and soulful saxophone playing.
There is nothing quite as exciting as making a new musical discovery - and that discovery is somehow made sweeter when you stumble upon the sounds of a prolific artist you never really considered before. This happened to me recently when I finally got turned onto the music of Bruce Springsteen - somebody who has been a staple in many people's musical rotations for years.
When I was young my only knowledge of “The Boss” was the song "Born in the U.S.A" - I remember it being blasted at sporting events and on television, and I really had no interest in it (and it’s still not a favorite of mine). I think I was a little too young to have been a Bruce convert from the start - I missed the mania and therefore didn’t understand what the fuss was all about.