I’m on a bit of a Boss kick lately. Today I went back to the classic Born in the USA — you might have heard of it. I was lucky enough to have a mother who listened to good music, and car trips to/from afterschool activities or friends’ houses were usually accompanied by Bruce or Seger or the Stones. She literally wore out her Springsteen box-set cassettes.
When we first got Born in the USA (on vinyl) I remember days when I’d get home from school, no one would be home so I’d put the needle to the record, turn the volume way up (at least as “up” as our Radio Shack Realistic speakers would tolerate), and dance around the living room playing air guitar. Then I’d throw a super-bounce ball across the house through the kitchen, bounce it off the back door and try to catch, if it hopefully did not crash into something on its return… but I’m digressing.
Listening now the well-known, old favorites are not the tracks I’m going back too. Maybe I’ve heard them too much, or maybe my tastes have changed. Most likely the latter considering I barely remember this one, MNFS:
I’m guessing my ten year old brain, fresh off of listening to all those simple, sing-along, child tunes wasn’t ready to jive with the minor tones. But now that I’m old and sad*, it’s really hitting the spot.
* Don’t worry I’m not really sad — just as sad as a thirty something is normally.