“I never understood the fascination with Sprungstein,
either.”
I never got it myself. The E Street band stinks to high hell. Outside of maybe Clarence Clemons and the xylophone player on “Born to Run”, nothing about that band is cohesive. It’s like a mess of notes that almost make a song.
When you add “The (self-proclaimed) Boss” vocals to that disaster, you have a musical version of an enema.
I wonder who he knew in the industry to get where he is today. They always compared him to Johnny Cougar (another sick “working man” liberal). At least Johnny Cougar could sing. Springsteen sounds like a boar on crack mating with an antelope.
What you said.
Also, Mellonclump’s high point was when he wore an FFA
jacket at a Farm Aid Concert back when. Hope he was
never a member of that fine organization but someone
told me he might have been.
In June, 1970, my future wife and I attended her senior prom for Rumson-Fair Haven Rehional High School in N.J. The band the prom committee hired for the event had the most annoying “singer” I’d ever heard. He looked about twelve years old and spent the entire night literally screeching into the microphone. Everyone in attendance kept asking “Who is this little jerk?” Years later we learned it was none other than The Boss himself.
After marrying four years later, we bought our first house in Rumson, NJ. where she had lived before we were married. In our neighborhood of converted summer bungalows, we joked that we lived in “Rumson’s ghetto.” A few years later, Springsteen bought his Rumson estate, a dignified old mansion, on a large, park-like corner lot in town. It was very common to see him in the local stores and he was very pleasant. My favorite memory of him is the night he and Bon Jovi (another Jersey boy) attended and sang at a girl’s sweet sixteen birthday thrown by her father at his spread in Rumson. Can you imagine what that must have set the father back? Two years later, the same starry-eyed girl was arrested by NYC undercover cops after she tried to sell them drugs. Of course she got off with a slap on the wrist.
The point is that while Springsteen started out as a true “working class” guy, like any one else probably would have, he succumbed to the lifestyle of the rich and famous while adapting their clownish political ideas to cement his membership in “the club.”