Bruce Springsteen - Born to Run
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Free Music Review: Show a little faith there's magic in the night...
Hit: 5 Stars
Not a huge Bruce fan. Moreso because i was born in 1986 and the only songs i ever really heard of him was all of his new stuff, and some of the overplayed songs that came off his "landmark" recording Born In The USA. To me, he hit his stride early with this amazing album. With a song like THUNDER ROAD, how can it not be amazing, the title in itself blows you away. The title track is amazing, as is more or less every other track here. Honestly if you are questioning if getting into Bruce is worth your time, don't bank on Born in the USA to change your mind. Look back at Born to Run and Darkness on the Edge of Town. These are the albums that will move you, and my guess is that the songs on USA already make you sick and if they don't listen to classic rock radio for a day or two and then they will. Just my opinionFree Music Review: I'm Pulling Out of Here to Win
Hit: 5 Stars
If you haven't heard BORN TO RUN, please God go down to your local record store right now and pick up a copy, because this I'm not exaggerating when I say that this just may be the greatest record of all time.
The Great American Novel is the book, better than any other, that perfectly embodies the essence of America and American life - its hardship, its joy, its defeat, its triumph. You can think of BORN TO RUN then as the Great American Album. It is the culmination of the teen operas of Phil Spector, the rock n' roll fervour of Little Richard, the yearning loneliness of Roy Orbison, the incandescent soul of James Brown, the brilliantly surreal narratives of Bob Dylan, the streetlife drama of West Side Story, and then some. To speak of individual tracks is like focusing on a single figure in a great mural. Because as staggeringly powerful as the the crescendo of "Thunder Road" is; as much hope and raw energy are contained in simply the opening chords of "Born to Run"; as tragic as the heartbroken lovers of "Backstreets" are - BORN TO RUN is an entity unto itself, the place where the hunger of youth, the lure of the open road, the dream of a better life somewhere beyond the horizon, all the anguish and passion and promise of a final, desperate night, explode into glorious, all-consuming flame. Quite simply, this is what rock is all about.
I first discovered BORN TO RUN just before Christmas 2005, and I was enthralled from the very beginning. But this last year my circumstances conspired to transform it from merely an awe-inspiring record to something more. Much more. I can only imagine what it must have been like to be there when this wonderful, amazing, awe-inspiring THING first came out, or, Heaven forbid, to actually hear these songs performed live by the man himself. Few rock records can approach BORN TO RUN; even fewer can equal it; but I have yet to hear one that can actually top it. Honest to God, it doesn't get any better than this.
Free Music Review: better than greatest
Hit: 5 Stars
If instead they'd titled this CD "Greatest Hits," I'd have no real argument with that. Not to downplay many other great songs and albums by the Boss, I just don't know of any other collections by him, or any other artist for that matter, that feature such a solid lineup of songs. Maybe you're thinking this is just more hype from a fanatical Jerseyite, and maybe you're partially right. I am a transplant here though, with no special homegrown state pride. Listening to this collection does somehow make living here seem here a little bit special though, which is saying quite a lot for Springsteen, the CD, and a place like this.Free Music Review: Just like I remember it
Hit: 5 Stars
One of the best rock albums ever! The Boss is fresh, with the cockyness of youth.Free Music Review: "...They haunt this dusty beach road in the skeleton frames of burned-out Chevrolets..."
Hit: 5 Stars
Having been an impressionable fifteen year old when BORN TO RUN first ran, it's hard, thirty two (!) years later to adequately measure the impact this album had. The changes it wrought in the young people who first heard it were very nearly on the cellular level (that's biology, not telephony, you 21st century yahoos!). The only reason that BORN TO RUN did not acquire near biblical status amongst my immediate peers was because Springsteen was a Jerseyite, not a Long Islander (that's "Lawn Guylander" to you, man), and while bopping back forties in the schoolyard at night and choking down red-pack Marlboros by the handful, we still managed to sneer a bit at "B.S.", that yokel from the swamplands that stretched "from the coastline to The City."
Of course, even the sneeringest, the most Billy Joelic, Good Ratsish, and Twisted Sisterite of us couldn't deny that Springsteen had created a work of aural cinematography with BORN TO RUN. Virtually every song is not only memorable but visceral in a way that rock albums have not been for so long since then. Sure, those New Jersey people obviously lived in hog pens and drank budget beer, but just like us, they dreamed of taking Dad's old Musclecar ("Hemipowered drones") on a 120 MPH rip down Route 80 toward the setting sun. Go West, young man. Go West.
And yet, there's more here than wish fulfillment. There's real depth. When Bruce sings of the "skeleton frames of burned-out Chevrolets," he unconsciously echoes Allen Ginsberg in 'Sunflower Sutra': "Jack Kerouac sat beside me on a busted rusty iron pipe. 'Look at the sunflower,' he said." Springsteen gave us our own flowering in the sun.
BORN TO RUN spoke so loudly and meaningfully because it spoke so universally. Trapped in seemingly dead-end suburban small towns (just within sight of the New York skyline, but oh, so far away) we wanted so desperately to run, we dreamed of hearing that long, mournful train whistle blow, we wanted Dylan's vision of the soul in BLOOD ON THE TRACKS, but we also wanted the brash unrestrained energy of Bruce S. on a hot, neon-encrusted night.
A Shaman with a guitar, he gave us visions: "...She dances across the porch as the radio plays." The blonde wore Wayfarers. Her name was Wendy. Or Mary. Or maybe it didn't matter as long as "her eyes shone like the Midnight Sun. She was the one."