Saw this when I logged on this morning.
I was a HUGE Springsteen fan from the time I was about 11 years old. One of the first albums I ever bought was 'The River', I bought the tape, listened to it until it broke, bought it again, listened to it until it broke, eventually got the CD.
It seems stupid to say "this music was the soundtrack of my life", but I spent a lot of my broody teenage letter-and-journal-writing listening to Springsteen. I'd sit down by the water with my chunky Walkman, or sequestered in my room with the stereo blaring. (I didn't have a car with music-playing capabilities until age and gainful employment provided them.) Also, I lived in Jersey.
Danny Federici can be credited with all my piano-playing fantasies, which were fervent, though I lacked the discipline to actually learn how to play. Still, during idle drive time, or late at night when I imagine myself on that blue lit stage before a massive grand piano, with thousands of people silent for an instant as a bow is laid to strings, this is the song I am playing.
Thank you, Danny.
Friday, April 18, 2008
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If I say Rush was the soundtrack of my life, does that make me kind of sad?
Hmm.
I like knowing this about you.
If everybody else weren't already asleep, I'd be singing along at the top of my lungs!
Jocelyn:
Not at all. I, too, like to begin the day with a friendly voice.
A companion, unobtrusive.
BBM: I made the huz put the CD in on Saturday and I retreated to the kitchen for some goosebumps and a tear. But I sang too.
I played the hell out of The River, too. On my Dad's rockin' big stereo system. Put on that big headset and slip away. Takes me back when I hear a track from that album.
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