It was yet another of those increasingly frequent 'holy shit I'm old now' moments when mention was made on CBS news that this is the--and I demand a recount--40th anniversary of Bruce Springsteen's BORN TO RUN album.
I'd been a fan even before that landmark work came out, proud owner and compulsive listener to both GREETINGS FROM ASBURY PARK and THE WILD, THE INNOCENT, AND THE E STREET SHUFFLE. Then RUN landed like a rock & roll bomb with pure open the windows and turn it up exultation. Crank the home system or slap on the headphones, this was an album that demanded to be played and played LOUD. Still is.
Stayed a fan since those halcyon days, have subjected more than a few passing cars to cuts from WRECKING BALL, and man, Bruce, you sure have aged better than I have. Early sixties now, more likely to be listening to NPR than choice cuts played loud and tend to prowl at the fringes of the current music scene; heaviest rotation swings between the Decemberists and Of Monsters & Men, avoid oldies stations like the plague because I heard all that the first time.
40 years. Where did the the time--those freaking DECADES--go?
Don't matter, I guess. Rock on Bruce, rock on. When the time comes I'll put a 1000 watt power amp in my Rascal Scooter.