I Just Got Tired of Hangin’ in Them Dusty Arcades October 16
Like many people, I felt lost at college. The sudden rush of independence left me unsure of who I was, or what the point of everything was. While lost in this existential abyss, I did some things that I am not proud of, and would prefer not to recount. I think it was sometime in my junior year that I stumbled upon The Wild, The Innocent, and the E Street Shuffle. It was then that I accepted Bruce Springsteen as my own personal savior.
Sure, I had heard of him before. I knew the hits, and I was a fan, but it was when I heard that album that I started to truly understand the man’s message. I know that Greetings from Asbury Park would be more appropriate to find on my Road to Damascus, but by the time the Fish Lady appears in “New York City Serenade,” I was a convert. When I finally saw him live for the first time in Milan, San Siro might as well have been a large tent. It was then that I knew I could accept no other musicians before Bruce.
It is because of this fervor that I am so impressed with Win and Regine Butler in this clip. If I were on stage with Bruce and the E Street Band performing one of my songs, I don’t think I would be able to stay conscious.
I would be a lot more like Craig Finn in this clip.