Greetings, Afterworders. Long-time lurker, first-time poster, so be gentle with me. The tax dodgers recently delivered one of their fiendish Alexa devices, so I’m sure Mr Bezos is listening to every word I say. He must be so bored! Anyway, I’m having great fun with it by trying to find tracks the damn robot doesn’t know. It’s quite happy to play Too Drunk to Fuck by the Dead Kennedys in its unexpurgated glory, although she says Too Drunk to Bleep when she repeats the title.
However, If I ask for A Song for Europe by Roxy Music, or Incident on 57th Street by Bruce Springsteen, Alexa draws a blank, although she will play these tracks if you ask her for the albums on which they appear (Stranded and the Wild, the Innocent…). So my ATM question is…why? Is it my accent? Does Alexa insist on playing Stranded in its entirety or not at all? Any thoughts, Afterworders?
Bruce Springsteen is 70 today. I’ve spent half my life being a big fan and it seems the older I get the better he becomes. More and more depth and nuances are revealed to me.
Not sure how many times I’ve seen him live, but I’m guessing roughly ten. He is, of course, impossibly good live. He’s one of those you don’t grow out of, quite the opposite.
So bring us your favourite songs and why not go for something that deserves more attention?
My choice The Missing was written for Sean Penn’s The Crossing Guard as a thank you and good luck after Penn loosely based his directorial debut The Indian Runner on Springsteen’s Nebraska song Highway Patrolman.
Happy birthday, Bruce!
My Mum is 90, lives on her own in a very well appointed “retirement village”. She’s OK, physically fragile but mentally alert as ever. She has her daily routines, which take up most of her time. I’ve been staying with her over the Christmas/New Year period (I sleep in my late Dad’s bedroom seeing you asked).
Anyway she offered this wonderful piece of wisdom the other day –
“I don’t get bored here on my own, I’m happy to do what I have to do and read my books and watch a dvd in the evening. What REALLY bores me is if I have to go somewhere and there are people talking and laughing about nothing”.
YES Mum, I feel your pain. And I’m the same. And I hope I can express that so brilliantly before I get to the age of 90 (which is, um, a few years away)
Just in time for soundtracking your present wrapping – and as it’s Springsteen you better have a lot to wrap – the final show of 2009’s “Working On A Dream” tour has been made available
Notable for complete performance of Greetings From Asbury Park and the final appearance of Clarence Clemons with the EStreet Band.
Merry Christmas, baby
If, like me, your local library gives you 5 free MP3 downloads a week through Freegal, you may be pleased to see that the Brucie Book companion compilation is available from today and the 5 previously unreleased tracks match the weekly entitlement exactly. Result! If only they did audiobooks as well….
I was listening to the magnificent Goodbye Cream LP today (on vinyl, natch) and as Eric, Jack and Ginger brought the mammoth 9 minute white hot solo of I’m So Glad to a screaming, shuddering halt, steam coming off the brake pads and rivets straining on the engine room boiler, a few people actually began to applaud during the few moments of ensuing silence. Yes APPLAUD. What were they thinking? Didn’t these lightweight fans know that this was just a temporary halt in proceedings before the band launched back into the main theme of the song and the closing vocal verse?
All of which brings me to concert etiquette. Have you ever noticed that there are several levels of gig-going fans? There are those who applaud the instrumental introduction to a song, presumably to show how clever they are. Then there are others who wait until the opening vocal line before the penny drops, at that point it’s safe for THEM to applaud. Still others wait until the very END of the song to clap, which is just as it should be,
Alternatively, some people like to applaud specific passages of a song. For example, Dylan’s It’s Alright Ma, » Continue Reading.
Produced by Steve Van Zandt and written by Elvis Costello, this is the first single from the new album from Darlene Love. The album also contains anothe EC song and a couple by Bruce Springsteen. The video is packed with stars and is a hoot. The song is an absolute ear worm and Ms Love can still belt out a lyric.
The latest live archive release from the Springsteen vault – freshly mastered from the tapes comes Nassau Coliseum from 31st December 1980. Another old bootleg bites the dust.
Well worth yer $12 or whatever