Showing posts with label Bruce Springsteen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bruce Springsteen. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

53. Bruce Springsteen - Darkness on the Edge of Town

Yes, I own Bruce Springsteen albums. Quite a few of them. They are relics from another time in my life, a time when I actually liked the Boss. I was never quite as rabid a fan as my friends, who wanted to have his babies, nor I was quite a fan like my first husband, who also would have had Springsteen's babies, given the chance. I think he still would.

While I will admit that I did enjoy his music at some point, and I really did enjoy seeing him live, somewhere along the line I developed an outright disdain for the man and his music.

I'll be more honest than that: I have a personal, visceral hatred for Springsteen that goes beyond the usual "oh, he sucks" kind of hate.

I can't stand his strained voice. I can't stand his underbite and the way he grimaces when he sings. I can't stand the oh so meaningful lyrics about life as a down and out Jersey cowboy (wait, I think that's Bon Jovi).

Every song reads like the same Joyce Carol Oats short story. "Me and Janie went down to the boardwalk to talk about our lives and well, the boardwalk was kinda empty because this town is just dyin', man and me and Janie said like, yea, we gotta get out of here. This town is just gonna kill us man. We can't spend all our lives drag racin' and fuckin' and takin' long walks on the beach contemplatin' shit. And Janie's pregnant, man and her old man is gonna kick her out of the house for not lovin' Jesus enough and her momma done spent all the milk money gamblin' in Atlantic City and we just work hard, you know? We work hard, man. We put on our blue jeans and work boots and go to the factories and mills and we work our fingers to the bone and we got nuthin' to show for it 'cept teenage pregnancy and drug overdoses and depressed kids with nothin' to do and the streets are on fire baby. Let's make out."

That's not to say that Candy's Room isn't a decent song. Just that I wish it wasn't sung by him.

Favorite song: Frankie Goes to Hollywood doing Born to Run
I won't suck up to the Boss