Entries in Bruce Springsteen (5)
The Devil Inside the Music: My Top 5 Devil Songs
Bruce

Sing a Song of Myself... Just Not That One, Please!
After two weeks of World Series baseball, and a one week recuperation from the torturous anguish of defeat to the Yankees, I now feel well enough to write again. And since I am on the subject of torture, I thought it only appropriate to contemplate the sad, yet equally hilarious story that appeared last month from Guantanamo Bay. You know the one, about the alleged terrorist inmates on the Marine Base Jack Nicholson used to be in charge of, and how they were brutally forced to endure the pain of listening to select songs for hours upon hours straight.
How Many More Songs About Jersey Do We Need?
Baby Boomers in general (and in the media especially) treat Springsteen as if Jesus Christ appeared in 1974, rocked a pimp outfit and sang the anthem of their youth ushering in Rock and Roll. Rock did not begin with him, peak with him, nor did it end with him. (With me it is Zepplin, Metallica, Nirvana. My Father's would be Mamas and Papas, CCR and 3 Dog Night...to each his own) Yet, throw "Rosalita" on any radio and you can see the migration of gray hairs flocking like the undead to the sounds of their youth. While I do understand his impact on the Rock scene and his (ugh) legacy, I (and everyone under the age of 35) can do without the Boss in Blue Jeans adoration.








James Dugan



