Quote of the Day: 08.25.17 Springsteen and 42 Years of Born to Run
Today is the day that Born to Run officially came out, so I'm gonna share my favorite review of the album. It's actually a negative review from the Village Voice's Robert Christgau. His main complaints were the album's "wall of sound" and "pompous declarations of greatness." I'm not sure if Robert actually remembered what it was like to be young, but he pretty much summarized the vibe I think Springsteen was going for. And that's certainly not a bad thing.
At the time of the album release, Bruce was twenty-six. To me, this is the perfect album for someone of that age. It's a good mix of youthful ignorance and hard truths. If you haven't read Springsteen's book, I definitely recommend it. It's incredible and you find out that he didn't have the perfect childhood. That shouldn't be too much of a shocker to anyone who's heard any of his songs, but I love how his songs alway balance this heaviness with the urgency that comes with being young.
I wrote this whole part in my book about how youthful ignorance is actually really great. No, this isn't a plug for my book. (But you should definitely buy it.) However, I do think I feel this way because I listened to Springsteen in my formative years. I know, youthful ignorance is why people do dumb things like everything you see on America's Funniest Home Videos, but it's also why people chase their dreams endlessly.
Yes, they're worried about failing, but that thought of failure is eclipsed by the thought of, "I'm going to be the one that makes it." It's that feeling of go, go, go when it comes to chasing the things that gives us meaning.
We have the world at our feet right now, and it’s just waiting for us to leave our mark on it. We can be everything our parents wanted us to be and everything they warned us about and everything we’ve dreamed of.
Guys, I say smart stuff sometimes. And if you listen to Springsteen, you can say smart stuff, too.
When it comes to records, there used to be more of a reason for the order of the songs, y'know? Because there eventually comes a time when you gotta flip the record and start the other side. Placement meant something then. Backstreets is triumphant and reads like a heartbreaking, life-affirming poem. It sounds like a damn good finale song for an album, but it's just the end of the first side.
Then, you flip it over and Born to Run comes screaming out of your speakers. There is no better start to a B Side.
See you tomorrow.