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Springsteen, again.

First of all, I’m not a native Springsteen fan. By that I mean, I wouldn’t know a Springsteen lyric if I fell over it, though I usually do recognize his voice and I actually did go to a Springsteen concert once. It was his Born in the USA tour and he came to the Dome in Syracuse. The tickets were a real snag from a hooked up fellow employee. I wasn’t a cool kid growing up or for most of my adult life so concert going was something other people did. Still I was thrilled about going to a really cool concert. But I ended up leaving early. Why? Because I had to go to the bathroom. The ones at the Dome had lines measured in miles—it was clear that my choices were limited. Wait or have an accident. So I chose modesty and left early. Come to think of it, I have a history of leaving concerts early.

N and I went to a Dylan concert (my first one!) in New Hampshire a few years ago. My babysitter was a young lady whose mother allowed her to babysit for me on a school night as long as she was home by midnight. The concert started earlyish—I think around 7:30 or 8:00. I figured I was safe. But the warm-up band played and played and played. And kept playing...until after 11:00. Dylan didn’t come on stage until almost 11:30, if I’m recalling correctly. In any case, we had to leave before he’d even gone a quarter of the way through his first set.

But anyway, back to Springsteen. I’ve heard his name more in the last two weeks than in the previous 30 years. Part of it is because of his new album, of course, but I’ve managed to live through all his other albums without stumbling over his name every four hours. This morning I fired up my browser to check my gmail and across the top of the gmail window scrolled a headline about Beverly Bartlett (didn’t recognize the name) and her new novel called Princess Izzy and the E Street Shuffle. That caught my curiosity and I clicked the link.

Beverly Bartlett is a devout Springsteen fan. She’s also a former journalist/reporter for The Courier-Journal in Louisville, Kentucky. Then she decided to write a novel. And it was published. I really don’t know what it’s about other than a princess (by marriage) with a cranky mother-in-law and a hobby of searching Bruce Springsteen’s lyrics for career advice because she’s a lousy princess. Bruce Springsteen obviously figures heavily in the mix. Beverly’s website talks a lot about Bruce Springsteen. And then I discovered she has a blog. She talks a lot about Bruce Springsteen in it, too. She’s also a funny writer and I think I’d enjoy having a cup of tea with her, even though I don’t drink much tea. She does, though.

So what is it with this Bruce Springsteen thing? His name keeps popping up. I’ve bought his most recent album and I even listened to his concert on BBC Radio 2? What more does the universe want from me?

Posted on 05/18/06 at 08:50 AM
 




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