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Regarding Springsteen: I was marginally aware of Bruce as I grew up in the 80s (you couldn’t get away from Born in the USA when it first came out), but I never really sat down and listened until my senior year of high school. I had a teacher that loved music and we found we had some things in common, so he loaned me his Born in the USA CD (this would have been 1997) and I was just blown away when I actually sat down to listen to it. I don’t listen to him enough but I have the essentials album

awabubbles:

My wife has been a life-long fan because her father is, they’ve been to several shows together. Growing up I wasn’t, how do I say, “allowed” to listen to anything secular, anything other than super christian music. So I missed out on a lot growing up. I met my wife in college and she introduced me to Bruce Springsteen and I don’t think either of us expected me to fall in love like I did. I think he’s as politically acute as Bob Dylan but with a poetry, a simultaneous yearning and freedom, that really speaks to the soul. I keep saying that Supernatural should be less Zeppelin, more Springsteen, because that cross-America late-night diner, highway-cruising, searching for hope because you’re riddled with regret vibe is HIS vibe. 

and of course I have to add that my favorite quote about Springsteen is by John Stewart (a well known Springsteen dweeb):

When you listen to Bruce’s music, you aren’t a loser. You are a character in an epic poem … about losers

That’s the best quote. My mom’s from Jersey as well and I’m pretty sure she’s been a fan too. And yeah, the older and more kicked around by life I feel, the better Bruce gets.

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awabubbles:

dustafterreign:

awabubbles:

@dustafterreign I JUST SAW YOUR TAGS!!! *brings you close and whispers seductively* talk to me about bruce >__________________>

also he’s got like 300 albums so if you want me to rec you what to listen I can I can I can

OKAY so I’m in this poetry class that’s three hours once/week and it’s the fucking worst? because my teacher is one of those skeezy poets who calls “your clitoris” a one line poem? (that’s not one that I know of but it’s that strain)

SO WE WERE LIKE hey we should listen to music after this mid-class break (which I initiated accidentally) and we put on Wrecking Ball? AND “We Take Care of Our Own” was like, yellow spikes and so much joy? we didn’t listen to the whole album but I left class and curled up in a corner and listened to it and I just. I’m BLOWN AWAY. Why are the Beatles popular when music like this exists?

also I wrote a poem (kind of) about the first three songs from Wrecking Ball which I can send you and I would love recs because I’m kind of shell-shocked by just how much I liked that album

Bruce Springsteen is classified as a folk singer but he gets to the heart and soul of working class America like no one I know. The fear, the desperation, isolation, poverty, the urge to escape, and the hope of the never ending highway. He is by far one of the best lyricists ive heard so it’s only fitting that you listened to him during a poetry class.

and oh man bae, Wrecking Ball is good but it’s not even close to being one of his best??! so hang on your hat yo. hands down the albums you ABSOLUTELY have to listen to and yes these are in order:

  1. Born to Run (the ULTIMATE classic, his claim to fame)
  2. The Wild, The Innocent & The E Street Shuffle (one of my personal faves)
  3. Born in the USA (very 80s, LISTEN TO THE LYRICS OF THE TITLE SONG, don’t be fooled by the catchy beat it’s a charged criticism, instant classic)
  4. The Rising (rumored to have been written after the 9/11 attacks after some one rolled down their window and said “we need you now” not overtly political if youre not looking for it, really just a good album)
  5. Darkness on the Edge of Town (continues the Born to Run vibe but it is its own thing; Candy’s Room is one of my all time faves)

So yes have fun with that feel free to come cry @ me with what you think <3

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I don’t care if its cliche, “Born in the USA” is a great album.