A Brief Musical Interlude
I was listening to a podcast today where the Times music editor talked to the writer of an article on Bruce Springsteen’s new album of Pete Seeger covers. And I wondered: when did Springsteen become irrelevant to me?
At one time, in my teens and early twenties, from “Darkness On The Edge of Town” through “
I didn’t love “Born In The USA,” perhaps because that was when it seemed that everyone else discovered him.
He got me back with “Tunnel Of Love,” still his best overall album in my view and once again completely in sync with where I was personally headed at that moment (where I was headed for the next ten years, actually).
But then two CDs came out simultaneously in the early 90’s (I’m struggling to remember the titles… yes, yes, “Human Touch” and “
It’s not Springsteen’s fault. I changed more than he did. Where I was didn’t intersect with where he was coming from. I loved enough of his music so that I didn’t need any more songs from him.
This happens with every fan and every musician, I suppose. There’s a point at which the relationship ends, or is frozen at a point in time. Ah, well.
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