I was just listening to the song, “A Matter of Trust.” I hadn’t heard it in a while; it’s pretty good. I’ve been off Springsteen for a while. I get sick of his moaning. But I heard “I’m Going Down” on the radio recently, and it moves me.
By the way, rock music is like snack food: not much good for anything but makin you feel good quickly.
To me, the “heartattack-ack-ack-ack” of “Scenes from an Italian Resteraunt” is a lot like the song that killed Wentworth in Mel Brooks’ “High Anxiety.”