Ever since I saw Bruce Springsteen in an old hockey rink in Buffalo back in the day in September 1984, I have had a soft spot for this singular rocker--even before that, in the shadowed memories of 1977, when I was 16 in Laredo, Greetings from Asbury Park (1973) had grafted onto me an emotional template that's somewhere there inside me to this day. The sound is not too great in this video, but the sentiment is spot on. Color me Candide--but sometimes, amidst the fear and loathing of 8 years of Bush, Cheney, et al, you need to take a break from the irony and the sarcasm and embrace something positive on the horizon an an American tomorrow.
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Ever since I saw Bruce Springsteen in an old hockey rink in Buffalo back in the day in September 1984, I have had a soft spot for this singular rocker--even before that, in the shadowed memories of 1977, when I was 16 in Laredo, Greetings from Asbury Park (1973) had grafted onto me an emotional template that's somewhere there inside me to this day. The sound is not too great in this video, but the sentiment is spot on. Color me Candide--but sometimes, amidst the fear and loathing of 8 years of Bush, Cheney, et al, you need to take a break from the irony and the sarcasm and embrace something positive on the horizon an an American tomorrow.
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