Seventy years, fifty of which were spent “burning the road”. It is difficult to sum up in a nutshell who he is and what he has done, Bruce Frederick Joseph Springsteen, musician, and writer, rock was born 23 September 1949 by his father, a little bit Dutch and a bit of irish and an Italian mother. You can say that he has told the world America, across the length and breadth of time and space. You can say that it has described the landscape of geography, from the suburbs of the cities to the countryside arid of the central states, and the economic landscape with its crisis, from the auto factories in the north to the accaierie of the Ohio up to the beet fields entrusted to the seasonal farm worker. And also, that if in these landscapes, the drive is co-protagonist, is because it is impossible to tell the epic story of the West without the horses.
You can tell that he feels like a real american, but that his patriotism, which is often misunderstood (Born in the Usa, We take care of our own), is that of one who shouts in the face to the president: “This land is MY land,” “a nation built by immigrants”, and this flag is my flag. You can say that its main sources are the great tradition of american popular music (and then also african-american and european) and all that is the past for decades on radio and on Billboard charts; then, the literature, and the essays on the history and, still more, to the cinema, saw it at the drive-in, and the stories read about in the newspapers. And that among those who has surely inspired or enlightened we are, Woody Guthrie, and Flannery O’connor, Elvis and Bob Dylan.
The 70 years of the Boss, happy birthday Bruce
You can say, above all else, that a deep conviction moved in all these years: the american Dream is such only if it is open for all. If someone is to be excluded, is a promise, a failure, a betrayal, a lie, or “maybe even something worse.” Here is a gallery of songs (brutally synthesized almost in the format of Twitter), with stories and characters that can be summed up in the poetic rock of Springsteen in his career.
Born to run
it May seem the old story of a young man attached to machines and engines-loaded ball of testosterone who tries to convince his girlfriend to run away with him from the city-prison. Bruce, however, said the journalist Leonardo Colombati that is the song to which one is linked because it is true that he speaks of escape, but it contains in spite of their indeterminacy and a promise, and the final destination, the place where one day, I don’t know when, “we’ll walk in the sun”.
