For October 10, 2015
So yesterday I wrote about my father and maybe it was a bit of a downer. About eight or so years after Springsteen wrote yesterday’s song he wrote today’s, which means he was closer to my current age when he wrote it. It seem like Springsteen had started to mellow just as I had.
Continue reading “Well I was young and I didn’t know what to do”
For October 9, 2015
There are a lot of songs by Springsteen that are about his relationship with his father. The two of them never really connected. While this is not one of the main reasons that I’m a fan, it is something he and I have in common. Maybe that’s just the way it is with fathers and sons. I’m pretty sure I’m not the son that my father wanted me to be, and I know that works in reverse.
Continue reading “Nothing we can say is gonna change anything now”
For September 18, 2015
When Tunnel of Love came out in October 1987 I have to admit that I didn’t get it. I don’t mean that I didn’t like it (I thought the album was excellent), but that I didn’t understand it. I remember watching the video for “Brilliant Disguise”, the album’s first single, a video that is a continuous shot of Springsteen playing guitar and singing the song (the vocals in the video are live), and the camera just keeps pushing in until it’s close up on Springsteen’s face. It fit the song, of course, not that I go it.
Continue reading “You better look hard and look twice”
For September 7, 2015
I’ve written before about the State Fair which would should up i my hometown annually around Labor Day. It was exciting for us growing up as it was the only time of year when there were thrill rides closer than an hour’s drive from our house. Once my sisters and I were old enough we started questioning the safety of those rides, and exchanging urban legends about how one fell apart and someone was killed, but that didn’t stop us from wanting to go.
Continue reading “Now you’ll be hangin’ tight when we hit the top”
For September 1, 2015
So sometimes a Springsteen song is also a history lesson, and sometimes its the history of something other than the band. In the case of today’s song, it’s a short history lesson about a steel city in Ohio. Have you ever been to Youngstown? I never have. It’s at the intersection of I-80 and I-76, east of Akron and northwest of Pittsburgh.
Continue reading “My sweet Jenny, I’m sinkin’ down”
For August 31, 2015
America likes to think of itself as the Promised Land, or at least as a promised land. The Land of Opportunity. The American Dream. You can be anything you want in America, as long as you are willing to work hard. That’s the idea, right? That’s the big lie, because there are things (like race, like gender) which matter more than how hard you work. It’s the big lie because not everyone gets an opportunity.
Continue reading “You got a one way ticket to the promised land”
For August 30, 2015
After about a year of therapy we (my therapist and I) have finally started to make some progress. To be clear, this is not my therapist’s fault. I am a believer in being honest in therapy but there were two problems with my approach. One, being honest doesn’t require telling everything. I spent a lot of time not quite getting around to some of the most useful topics. Two, being honest doesn’t do much good if you lie to yourself. Once I realized I was doing that things became more interesting.
Continue reading “Now the joke’s coming up through the soles of my feet”
For August 29, 2015
There’s always another chance at happiness, right? I mean, you are broken-hearted now but you are going to keep trying, right? You aren’t ready to give up, because the next one could be The One. Besides, isn’t the best thing after love the possibility of new love?
Continue reading “I’ve stumbled and I know I’ve made my mistakes”
For August 28, 2015
Have you ever loved someone and thought they loved you and then one day they just stopped talking to you? They didn’t answer the phone and they didn’t respond to texts and that was it? What happens there? How do you go from love to nothing in the blink of an eye? The answer is that you don’t. The end has come and you just didn’t notice.
Continue reading “It’s just nobody knows baby where love goes”
For August 27, 2015
Although my hometown is worse off than it was in some heyday in the distant past, I can say that Main Street is not whitewashed windows and vacant stores. This is mostly because Main Street is not the main commercial street. Places like Merchants Row and Center Street tell a different story. Things seems like they have picked up over the last few years but they seem worse than in my childhood.
Continue reading “Now Main Street’s whitewashed windows and vacant stores”