Born to Run - Springsteen, Bruce (Cassette 1987)

I can still remember it as clear as anything: I was about twelve years old and visiting friends in New Jersey. I wandered into a K-Mart and into the record department where I first caught glimpse of the album cover. "Yeah," I thought, "That's that Springsteen guy I've been hearing so much about." I had to wait a week until I got home to play the album, but when it did, my world changed. Albums I'd owned up until then included The Bay City Rollers, The Partridge Family, and the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack. Disco and bubblegum... For the first time I heard rock. Meaningful songs about the...

I've been writing about Bruce Springsteen for three reviews now - four if you count my review for Meat Loaf's Bat Out of Hell, which discussed Bruce's Born to Run almost as much as it did the album in question - and it's been brought to my attention (by nobody other than myself, of course) that I've been as verbose about the Boss as I've been silent about his E Street Band. There's a natural temptation, of course, with a frontman of such well-deep and sea-wide talent, to forsake all other parties and just concentrate on the-man-the-myth-the-lengend, but there's a reason the E Street Band is...

I've been listening to the new Green Day record, American Idiot, just about non-stop in the car and at home since I purchased it on Tuesday on my lunch break. It's an extremely solid record, and in what has been a weak year for rock, is very likely the best album of the year. The other album I've been listening to a lot lately (mostly at work) is Bruce Springsteen's Born to Run. It is upon listening to an album like Born to Run that one realizes they just don't make albums like this anymore. Who's they, you ask? Well, anyone. While it may seem short by today's standards (at only 8 tracks and..

"and I'm pulling out of here to win." That closing line of "Thunder Road" sets the tone for one of the greatest rock albums ever recorded. "Born to Run" was released in my senior year of high school and I figured that, between the cover stories on Time and Newsweek and my fixation on King Crimson and Emerson, Lake