Roy Orbison’s singin’ for the lonely
Hey that’s me, and I want you only
Don’t turn me home again
I just can’t face myself alone again…
At this point in our music-themed discussions, we have reached a level of openness, honesty and mutual respect that allows us to really dig into our deepest feelings. Simple subjective questions (“Sinatra or Martin?” or “Van Halen — before or after David Lee Roth?” or “Yoko Ono — crime against humanity, or victim of circumstance?”) can now be faced without fear, and scarcely merit discussion.
So now we’re ready for the deep stuff. Or if we’re not, I hope you brought your asbestos undergarments, because we’re going to take the plunge anyway. Take a deep breath…
Which Bruce Springsteen album/era speaks to you?
Did “Born in the USA” begin your awareness of Bruce, or was that when the poetry left his lyrics and he sold out to the mass market? Do you think Nebraska is good, bad, or forgettable? Can you find Asbury Park on a map? Did that fire ever burn in your veins?
Personally, I believe that simply composing “Thunder Road” and/or “Open All Night” are sufficient grounds for immediate induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, and the fact that the same dude also wrote both and “Rosalita” and “For You” simply boggles the mind and makes me appreciate just what humans can accomplish.
And remember, in these times of turmoil and general assholery, when you’re asking yourself “What we can do now?”, remember that we have a chance to make it good somehow, and perhaps the answer is as simple as roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair…
