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Who is Bruce Springsteen?

A Fortnightly Review of

by Peter Ames Carlin

Touchstone/Simon & Schuster | 512 pp | $28.00 / £20.00

By Peter Knobler.

Bruce, by Peter Ames Carlin. Reviewed by Peter Knobler.BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN HAS been an American icon for almost 40 years. He has sold more than 100 million records; he has the lyric ability to bring lives to life, the musical gift to create rock arias and anthems, and the stamina to prove it all night. More than any rock ‘n’ roller in history, Springsteen has touched people to the core – without their actually knowing much about him. They thought they knew, they were encouraged to think they knew, but they didn’t know. Bruce, Peter Ames Carlin’s impressively detailed hagiography, does its best to illuminate Springsteen’s character but often succumbs to the rock writer’s classic temptation and confuses access with insight, mistaking soot for soil.

Carlin has plenty of documentation. He was granted access to the Springsteen family, and the details of its history and heritage are meant to illuminate some of Bruce’s darker impulses. The death at age five of Douglas Springsteen’s sister Virginia had a profound effect on the man who would grow up to be Bruce’s father, and by implication contributed to Bruce’s own darkness and that of their relationship. Carlin was also shown Springsteen’s high school composition notebooks, and gathered set lists from one of Bruce’s early bands, Steel Mill, as well as film outtakes and a load of authorized and bootleg audio familiar perhaps, if at all, only to Bruce zealots. He has accumulated recollections and testimonials from the New Jersey locals who peopled Springsteen’s world before Bruce grew beyond it, and there is a vibrant energy in his relating of the wild times kids in and around Bruce’s bands had down the shore.

Springsteen himself, while not authorizing or collaborating, cooperated with the writer. One walks through Bruce’s life with Bruce. It’s very seductive.

Carlin takes the reader through detailed recreations of various moments of the boy and man’s creativity. One is made to feel as if one is indeed present at the creation of some outstanding cultural moments, the comings and goings of musicians and friends and business acquaintances from the time he was in high school to the most recent tour, the recording of each Springsteen album, the hiring and firing of personnel, the wooing and losing of women. Springsteen himself, while not authorizing or collaborating, cooperated with the writer. One walks through Bruce’s life with Bruce. It’s very seductive.

THE ACCUMULATION OF detail is prodigious. Want to know the make and model car Springsteen’s first wife, Julianne, drove in high school, and where she was headed? MG roadster, Macadam Boulevard to downtown Portland, Oregon. When Janis Joplin played the Asbury Park Convention Hall on August 23, 1969, and let it be known through her manager that “Janis really wants to fuck Bruce,” what did Bruce say? “I’m gettin’ the fuck outta here!” What did Springsteen say to cause Father Gerald McCarron to walk out of a benefit performance for St. Rose of Lima elementary school, which Bruce had attended in Freehold, NJ? “Father, can I sing a song about cunny-lingus in your school?” It’s all here.

However, at crucial moments, when it comes time for the writer to make sense of the man’s life, Carlin absents himself. He recounts the sudden absence of a wedding ring but is not able to penetrate the veil of privacy and discover the keys to the Springsteen character that contributed to the failure of Bruce’s marriage. And he had the access. Springsteen tells him, “The emotions of mine that were uncovered by trying to have an adult life with a partner and make that work uncovered a lot of things I’d avoided and tried not to deal with previously.” This is a key revelation. What were those “things”? Carlin does not pursue them, apparently unable to successfully encourage Bruce to be more expansive, and unwilling or unable to illuminate the topic on his own.

When Springsteen goes into psychotherapy, Carlin quotes Bruce telling interviewer Jim Henke, “I crashed into myself and saw a lot of myself as I really was. I questioned all my motivations. Why am I writing what I’m writing? Why am I saying what I’m saying? Am I bullshitting? Am I just trying to be the most popular guy in town? I questioned everything I’d ever done, and it was good.” This is where a biography should begin! What are the answers to these vital questions? Carlin doesn’t say, he doesn’t even venture a guess. He gives the reader facts and then recounts a fortieth birthday concert at Tim McLoone’s Rum Runner bar in Sea Bright, NJ, where members of the E Street Band played, as Carlin writes, “in lockstep, with Bruce leading the way back to the glories of the past and the natural yearning to re-create moments that can never be relived.”

Springsteen in Germany, 1988. Image: Wiki/Thomas UhlemannCarlin’s writing is often florid and overwrought. On Springsteen’s guitar work: “The sound razored the smoky air…his fingers spidering the frets…[riffs] going off like fireworks across a murky summer sky.” He describes a tune with a “hurricanic climax,” a cross-country drive in a “two-car flotilla.” He tries very hard.

It’s a common problem. Springsteen is an inspiring performer, writers have forever tried to capture in words the feeling of his concerts, and Carlin takes his shot: “A chorus that describes both the essence of faith and the heart of the place Bruce’s songs had yearned for, questioned the existence of, and kept right on chasing”; his voice “imploring the skies for some sign of hope.” Springsteen’s writing process: “to keep throwing the sledge against the stone until the earth cracked open and God’s wisdom beamed out.” Mush.

Springsteen, on the other hand, is often revealed to be pleasantly plain-spoken. This is not a revelation – Springsteen’s stage persona is extremely down-to-earth – but in comparison to the purpleness of the prose surrounding him, Bruce comes directly into focus when he says, “I was always ambivalent about whatever I was doing…Always, if I’m here, I can’t be there. If I’m making this music, I can’t make that, you know.” That sounds like the Bruce we know because it is the part of Bruce that he has shown us, and a strong part of who he actually is. Of the E Street Band’s first international trip: “We had four shows, got sandblasted, and scooted home. You’re dealing with men who had never been anywhere. We couldn’t find any cheeseburgers!” Springsteen is an able conversational counterpuncher.

And there is also silence. Carlin recounts a story in which Bruce bonds with his son by holding a book in his lap, “and then, after a minute or two of silence, [turning] the page so they could look at the next picture….” His wife, Patti, watching this, said, “‘You’re not reading it to him!’ Bruce shrugged. ‘This,’ he explained, ‘is how Springsteen men read.’”

And yet, when Bruce says, regarding his becoming a gym rat and developing his body, “I was a big fan of meaningless, repetitive behavior….There are probably other psychological reasons behind it, but…it was the perfect match for me. The Sisyphean aspect of it just completely suited my personality,” Carlin does not pursue that lead. Another insight unexamined.

President Barack Obama and First Lady Michelle Obama with Kennedy Center Honorees in the Blue Room of the White House, Dec. 6, 2009. Bruce and Barack on the right.SENATOR AND FORMER presidential candidate John Kerry says, “There’s an authenticity about Bruce that’s just incontrovertible…I think it’s because he’s so true to who he is, and people know it.” But who is he? Is he the egalitarian liberal who sang the radical anti-private-property verse of Woody Guthrie’s “This Land is Your Land” at President Barack Obama’s first inaugural, or is he the guy who allowed his band to be low-balled when offered contracts for a highly anticipated and financially rewarding “reunion tour”? “Ha-ha-ha, that’s right! Stick it to ‘em! That’s how it’s supposed to work! Go for it!” he told Garry Tallent, with whom he had been playing music for 30 years, when the bassist rejected Bruce’s management’s offer and threatened to sit out the tour. Stick it to whom? Bruce was paying the bills! Carlin, to his credit, lays out the facts of these negotiations, but when it comes time for an opinion on what Bruce’s initial unwillingness to properly compensate his band says about his character, he is again nowhere to be found.

The major revelation of Bruce is that in 1983 Springsteen’s friends thought he was suicidal. Bruce Springsteen. Beloved by millions, internationally influential, rich beyond imagining. Suicidal. Why? What were the issues? At least Carlin asked. Springsteen told him, “Things come from way down in the well. It’s in your DNA, in the way your body cycles. You’re going along fine and then, boom, it hits you…So I found a psychiatrist within days of getting to Los Angeles, then when I got back east I found another guy in New York City.” He started taking antidepressants.

Springsteen’s DNA caused to him be suicidal? What does this mean to a biographer who is plumbing the soul of his subject? Does he actually believe the Springsteen DNA was altered by the early death of Bruce’s aunt Virginia? “Even now,” Carlin writes, “Bruce has a difficult time talking about what inspired his journey.” Perfectly understandable, but Bruce is Carlin’s work, not Springsteen’s. What were the discoveries Springsteen arrived at? What were the revelations he reached? How did his analysis affect the course of his life? This is the central moment of the book and it passes in a paragraph. “Bruce continued to write and record more songs,” writes Carlin, and then we’re on to a discussion of song structure and recording technique. One comes away impressed with the book’s quantity of facts but unimpressed with its intellectual depth or vision.

And about those facts.

December '72: 'Who is Bruce Springsteen?'FROM 1972 TO 1979 I was editor-in-chief of Crawdaddy, “the first magazine to take rock & roll seriously.” I wrote Bruce’s first profile, in December 1972. Crawdaddy is credited with “discovering” Springsteen for the rock press. In late autumn 1972 the magazine received a call that Bruce Springsteen was playing Sing Sing prison, would we like to attend. Springsteen’s first album had yet to be released, though we had heard it was coming. The uprising at Attica was only fifteen months past, so this was a way of getting inside a maximum-security prison and seeing one of those “new Dylans” at the same time. My associate editor Greg Mitchell and I were the only members of the press to accept this invitation. The day was a revelation.

In the car with Bruce on the way up to the prison, his manager, Mike Appel, compared him in one breath to Wordsworth, Bob Dylan, Keats, Byron, and Shakespeare. Inside, the Sing Sing stage crew loved Clarence Clemons. Big, black, and free, he was everything they wanted to be. The sound system was barely functional so the band played rhythm’n’ blues, specifically Buddy Miles’s “Them Changes”:

Well my mind is going through them changes
I feel just like committin’ a crime!

Bruce cranked his beat-up blonde Telecaster, Clarence swung his horn like it was a fat woman, and the crowd began to move. Rumbling down the aisle like the law was after him came a short, squat, bald black man with bunched muscles. He crossed down front and hit the stage at a gallop. The convict jammed his right hand into his work shirt and pulled out…a saxophone! And he was electric! The man could wail!

All of this was written contemporaneously in Crawdaddy and is sourced and quoted in Carlin’s book…except he gets the song wrong. Bruce the book says quite specifically, “Bruce called for a twelve-bar blues in the key of C.” Seems like a small detail, but Springsteen’s choice of that song and that lyric revealed a playfulness, wit, and social awareness that Carlin apparently missed. And Carlin misstates the facts with detailed assurance. Carlin misstates the name of an opening act at the Main Point club in Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania. He also makes mistakes of fact in his three-page note on sources. If he can’t get the facts of his sources right, one has to wonder about the veracity of the facts that came from those sources. Carlin’s work is built on these facts, it’s overflowing with them, and knowing this makes me less willing to accept them.

Carlin opens his book with a discussion of how Bruce came to be called The Boss. According to the legend Carlin perpetuates, Springsteen created the nickname himself. Steve Van Zandt, Bruce’s running partner and co-bandleader at the time, says no one took it seriously until Steve himself started using it. Hearing this story, Springsteen doesn’t confirm, saying, “I’ll leave you with that.” In fact, that’s not actually how it happened.

I was at 914 Sound Studios in Blauvelt, New York, the night Bruce became “The Boss”. It was not originally a loving nickname. The guys in the band were having a bad day, they had done 14 different takes of the track to “Jungleland” till 4 am the night before and not one was up to Bruce’s standards. In my years hanging with the band they had always appeared to be friends making music together, yet that night Bruce had been riding them hard and they began saying, “Yes, boss,” in that snarky way of employees yielding to unwelcome authority. It had been going on all day. “Yes, Boss. Yassir, Boss.” You could tell from the way the band was taking to it, repeating the phrase gleefully whenever he asked for anything, that clearly the nickname was going to stick and Bruce didn’t like it. It sounded particularly unsettling to me coming from Clarence, for all the obvious racial reasons.

The nickname has taken on a life of its own. The respect for Bruce among band members, and their recognition that, like it or not, he truly is the boss in exactly the way they were chafing against, ultimately trumped the momentary power drive. Now it’s a very effective marketing tool. But even the most intense Springsteen fans don’t know its root, that being called “The Boss” was originally an insult.

Peter Knobler is a writer living in New York City. A Mayor’s Life: Governing New York’s Gorgeous Mosaic, his collaboration with David N. Dinkins, was published in August 2013. Knobler is currently writing his first novel.

More: Bruce Springsteen on ‘Desert Island Discs’ (BBC, 18 December 2016).



  1. Scott w/Slingshot wrote:

    Whilst Carlin makes a connection between the use of antidepressants and Bruce’s preparedness to let more material be released (as opposed to “increased output”), I was disappointed that he did not articulate that this same medication may also be responsible for the man losing his songwriting edge, and leaving us with so much forgetable fluff padding out a handful of gems over the last 20 years?

    Wednesday, 20 March 2013 at 04:28 | Permalink
  2. David Billotti wrote:

    Great review. I was looking forward to reading this book as I am a big fan and enjoyed Carlin’s Brian Wilson book. After reading it, I couldn’t help but think it was terrible; shallow with no rhythm and all manner of distracting, unhelpful author intrusions. As for Springsteen, it was like he was half-heartedly filling in the backstory for a character he used to play on television. All in all, the book was just a real disappointment, and I hope it isn’t canonized because of official involvement and People mag level reading skills. Maybe you will write “Springsteen”?

    Wednesday, 20 March 2013 at 10:29 | Permalink
  3. david mazzella wrote:

    FINALLY, somebody gets the review of “BRUCE” right!! FANTASTIC AND FIRST HONEST REVIEW I’VE READ!! (No more free GA/PIT tickets and backstage passes for you Mister – RE: Landau Mgmt) The real Springsteen story has yet to have been told and so we all continue to wait and hope that a writer or Springsteen himself, has the courage to tell it. “BRUCE” was, as the reviewer notes, a tantalizing read, but the book leaves so many unanswered questions, that I ended up frustrated and really disappointed by the end of it.

    Wednesday, 20 March 2013 at 12:48 | Permalink
  4. Bob Challote wrote:

    Bingo! This book suffers from the same flaw the author’s other biographies of musicians — he lacks the emotional intelligence to incisively grasp the nexus between artists lives and the creative process. What a sad waste.

    Wednesday, 20 March 2013 at 14:07 | Permalink
  5. Mark Greenstein wrote:

    Brilliant – I felt similarly after reading this book. I’m hopeful you are granted the access and have interest in a more complete attempt.

    Wednesday, 20 March 2013 at 14:18 | Permalink
  6. Suzanne Walsh wrote:

    As a fan since I was 15, I am about to turn 50…I have been following Bruce and his music for a long time. Let’s be honest…unless you are a family member or a very close friend, you only know bits and pieces of the man….as it should be. I feel like I know something about Bruce because I have become intimately acquainted over the years with his songs… music, his voice and the lyrics as well as attending many live performances including more than a dozen times in the pit up close and personal. I enjoyed the book, BRUCE and… this review. Perhaps though in defense of Carlin, although no defense for getting basic facts incorrect….Bruce shared exactly as much as he wanted to…no more and no less. As many fans do, I look forward to a memoir written by Bruce himself. Until then, I feel very fortunate…lucky…blessed happy! to have the opportunity to be in that pit and experience all that Bruce has to offer.

    Wednesday, 20 March 2013 at 14:46 | Permalink
  7. Bob wrote:

    All of us hide our innermost selves. Like another person commented Bruce revealed exactly how much of himself he wanted to reveal. Carlin did a pretty good job of lifting up some stones. But all truth is subjective, especially decades later. What is truth and what is myth or marketing? In the end it doesn’t really matter. There is always many aspects of a persons life that one could focus on. Look at John Lennon. He is mostly portrayed as a saint, a spokesman for peace. But the case can certainly be made that he, apart from his musical genius, was a selfish neurotic. In the end what does it really matter? None of us really understands another person. Carlin’s Book is certainly interesting for what it is – but in the end the only thing that will remain is the music.

    Wednesday, 20 March 2013 at 15:57 | Permalink
  8. john p wrote:

    I’ve been reading bruce bios as long as they’ve been written and in some ways felt this one went farther than most in pulling back the curtain, but I was still left wondering about the man i’ve invested so much in — in every way. its great to hear bruces own words but they’re still taken at face value. and often those words are downright chilling — the callousness with which he treats the band and the contrast with the public face — the “bloodbrothers” — was really striking yet I’m still left wondering. and anyone who was following the band at the time knew he hated the “boss” name and tried to kill it off at first, till of course the marketability of it all became apparent. and the clearly complex relationship with steve is left unexplored too (“bobbie Jean is about me — news to me!” really?!). one is left with the uneasy feeling that a deeper look would reveal a more cynical man than we want to know. peter pls forget the critique — write the book.

    Wednesday, 20 March 2013 at 17:55 | Permalink
  9. Soul Crusader wrote:

    Peter, your Boss story rings true. I thought Carlin’s was too pat, too perfect. Bruce clearly distanced himself from it in the 70s and 80s (“just don’t call me Boss!”)in a way that suggested he did not consider it a complimentary nickname.

    One thing I would add: This book struck me as a gift from Bruce to his mom. When you say Carlin had “family” access, what he really had was Adele access. I think she wanted to tell her side of the story before it was too late, and Bruce said ok, talk to this guy.

    Wednesday, 20 March 2013 at 18:08 | Permalink
  10. Carl Drake wrote:

    This book was a disappointment as it promised so much in it’s pre sale publicity. I read somewhere that Bruce told the author ‘if you think that something will make me feel uneasy,put it in the book.’ I thought that it was a missed opportunity to get to the man behind some of the greatest music and live shows that we are ever likely to see and hear.

    Thursday, 21 March 2013 at 11:22 | Permalink
  11. Jennifer wrote:

    I enjoyed the book, but I have to say that there was only one real insight in it for me. While the information about the death of his father’s sister was interesting, I don’t think it says as much about Bruce’s life as Carlin thinks it does.

    The insight for me was how much Bruce’s writing was shaped by his career aspirations, and not by his life. It seems silly to say this, but for Bruce it is always all about the music.

    For example, Carlin describes the motivation behind Backstreets/Sad Eyes. I had always heard those songs as describing a personal betrayal in Bruce’s love life, not as a wail against the promises made to him as a performer. It is one of his biggest gifts – turning a more focused event/thought into a wider message which holds meaning on many different levels.

    I don’t think I wanted more from the book in terms of revelations. Surly Bruce is entitled to some privacy. On stage he shares everything he has. I don’t want that from him off-stage too.

    Thursday, 21 March 2013 at 12:21 | Permalink
  12. DeGreg wrote:

    Honest review Peter, thank you for it and your pioneering work with Crawdaddy. Carlin’s book is the “official” version of the reporting done by Christopher Sandford in his 1999 bio “Springsteen: Point Blank.” That book was/is continually shit on because of anonymous sourcing, and because of the willingness of the writer to fight off starfucker tendencies, and try to remove warts and defog myth. Sometimes anonymous sourcing is the only way to hear truth; that’s why that tool exists — though trusting the author is perhaps too tough, not matter who it is (Mr. Woodward’s recent dust up — a case in point). Seems to me Sandford was judged to harshly and that his sources, though unknown, knew somethings.
    Carlin’s book disappoints in exactly the same way the making of documentary in the Anniversary of Darkness set disappointed. Whereas the previous “Wings for Wheels” doc blows your mind with time machine video that puts you in the room,and could be forgiven — not so with the Darkness doc, while still a trip in the time machine — feels like the corporate minders are just out of frame making sure nothing is said that aint on message. That’s a shame; though I can never get enough of the time machine video — I’d much prefer the raw footage to the corporate videos Thom Zimny is allowed by Bruce to assemble. In the end it all comes down to Bruce; and it reveals him to be controlling, fearful, and still insecure — even after running down the road for so long. It makes me feel for him; perhaps his wounds travel too deep…

    Friday, 22 March 2013 at 04:59 | Permalink
  13. Val wrote:

    A slightly whitewashed look at an amazing icon! The world may never know the whole Bruce story, and that is probably how it should be. An aura of mystery keeps us guessing and always coming back for more. Bruce is human, and makes human mistakes. Like you and I, he still gets out of bed, showers, and gets dressed just like you and I do. however, no one writes about us doing it. He is entitled to bad days, and bad decisions; and when was the last time you have a little snarl-to with a friend or coworker?
    Please don’t make the man out to be a saint. Give him a chance to be a normal guy too!
    Love you Bruce!

    Friday, 22 March 2013 at 20:26 | Permalink
  14. jim gealoris wrote:

    I read the book nothing new in it. Songs keep me young, lets keep it that way..

    Saturday, 23 March 2013 at 00:27 | Permalink
  15. Gary Rostkowski wrote:

    It’s really up to Bruce to let us into those crevices of doubt and fear if and when he so desires. I think, at some level, Carlin respected this boundary and retreated from further probing into these areas.
    Bruce has always been honest with his listeners.
    The music has most of our answers; his depression
    as well as his painful struggles are embedded within the grooves of the vinyl. The book, though,
    was a bit of a psychological tease.

    Saturday, 23 March 2013 at 07:28 | Permalink
  16. JHo wrote:

    Hi Peter, thanks for the great review. I’m curious, have you heard anything about why Bruce chose to let PAC in particular have access that so many superior writers have not gotten? In my imagination, I see him having dinner with Paul McCartney and McCartney saying, “Hey, this guy is great! Try him!” But I doubt it went down like that. Any insights you have would be welcome.

    Sunday, 24 March 2013 at 21:25 | Permalink
  17. Colony West wrote:

    And Clarence lived on the 18th floor, not the 30th floor. Simple things to get right, so why get them wrong? Such a safe boring book.

    Tuesday, 26 March 2013 at 17:39 | Permalink
  18. John Massaro wrote:

    Peter Knobler’s review of Peter Carlin’s Bruce is quite timely. After years of teaching a course on Springsteen and participation at three symposiums on Springsteen at Monmouth University over the past ten years, I am heartened by Knobler’s criticism. Knobler suggest that many writers such as Carlin who are initially committed to capturing the human essence of Springsteen somehow become blinded by their own fan-like adulation. I made a similar point at the last Springsteen Symposium in 2012 at which I read excerpts from my one act play, “Springsteen: Warts and All” and criticized the too-positive approach of others. The play attempts to capture all sides of Springsteen, the dark and light, the bully and the brother, the sinner and the saint. One participant at the symposium cited Carlin’s book as evidence that I was misguided in criticizing a reluctance on the part of many writers to focus on and evaluate both the positive and negative aspects on Springsteen’s character. Reading Knobler’s piece reminded me that I was neither wrong not alone in my assessment that day.
    Today, I see a more fruitful classification of those of us who write about Springsteen. Some writers are interested in Springsteen as a man. His character is the focus of their work. They assert the view that the art and the artist can never really be separated. Others, and the greater majority in my view, are less interested in Springsteen as a man and are more focused on Springsteen’s body of work. This group would argue that the art remains more important than the artist. While all of us are likely interested in both Springsteen’s work and character, significantly more than a mere majority view the work, the art, as so much more important than the man. What underlies this split?
    Springsteen’s work is so abundant, so diverse, and so widely and relatively easily available that a healthy majority of Springsteen observers, not surprisingly, turn to that work in their studies. Conversely, information about Springsteen the man, his character, while surely not unavailable, is so much less accessible and more incomplete in regard to this relatively private public figure. Accordingly, only a minority of observers pursues it. Knobler’s criticism of Carlin’s work on Springsteen is that the author seemingly backed away from making a serious assessment of Springsteen’s character even while he was in a rare and ideal position to do so. A great opportunity was squandered.
    Arguments as to whether an approach focusing on the art or the artist is better are generally useless. Both approaches are needed. Knobler’s critique but also his praise of Carlin’s effort reminds us that both approaches can generate beneficial findings.
    In presenting the one act play, I have clearly elected to address, however speculatively, Springsteen’s character. His art remains important to me but so does his character, the whole man behind the work. I am thankful for the remarks of a fellow Springsteen observer Patrick Ganz, in conveying the goal that underlies this approach. As Ganz crisply puts it, ‘I wonder if Bruce fans are not searching for a hero, so much as we are looking for evidence that a person who writes songs of aspiration, contemplation, conviction, and ethical responsibility is also a person who gives more to human soil than he takes out. Not an angel, not a saint, but someone who at least works on aligning one’s self with one’s proclaimed beliefs.” I say “Amen” to that.

    Wednesday, 27 March 2013 at 20:54 | Permalink
  19. Sahara wrote:

    thankyou for your authenticity. Do you ink Bruce writes authentically about the inauthentic and that people authentically relate it to their own lives and Bruce’s life, not realizing or refusing to accept the inauthentic in Bruce Himself? You seem to have a clear view on this. It doesn’t in any way reduce Bruce: it just makes him more authentic than he appears in the collective unconscious.Oh, and Bruce has been ” inked and thinked” to death so much so that he is already an immortal untouchable unpossessable capital I Icon. But who put the “con” in Icon?

    Monday, 18 January 2016 at 00:42 | Permalink
  20. John Massaro wrote:

    SAHARA: Sorry so delayed in response. You are so right as no human can escape the flaws along with the beauty we all have. And yes, the collective consciousness, especially on the part of those fans who fancy themselves the Protectors of the Realm will oppose most if not all criticisms of their hero. Springsteen deserves better as he would be the first to underline the weaknesses in his own character. I think the con in icon regarding Springsteen comes mostly from these Protectors but I honestly believe Springsteen has at times contributed to it.

    Saturday, 28 May 2016 at 23:47 | Permalink

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