In the 70's, we considered Springsteen to be the "common man's Bob Dylan". He sang about racing in the streets and love problems and working a ham-and-egg job. Then he became a pretty boy with muscles and showed everyone his ass in tight jeans. His music became popish and he married a trophy. Then he decided he was politically relevant and began writing songs that sounded like they were plagarized from DNC faxes to newsrooms.
Apartheid is gone and he won't play Sun City now either. Go figure.
His old stuff still rocks though.
Poor man wanna be rich
Rich man wanna be king
And a king ain't satisfied til he rules everything
I wanna go out tonight
I wanna find out what I got.
Man that was good music for cruising the Blue Ridge Parkway on the way home from work
I could never have imagined that I'd ever turn down good seats at face value for a Springsteen concert, but I just did. I just don't feel like sitting there listening to him pontificate on issues far outside his realm of comprehension. (Plus, face value is now over a hundred bucks!)
I'd like to shoot the jackass who gave Bruce the Woodie Guthrie albums and the John Steinbeck books.