i believe in bruce springsteen.
i believe in his sadness and his perpetual hope.. his evangelical faith in the flesh and blood of the common man.. .. i believe he speaks for all us who lie lurking in the darkness on the edge of town.. migrants, marginalised, outsiders. his belief in our capability to experience joy and happiness in spite of all that stands in our way. i wept as he raised his hands in spiritual fervor issuing sermons in celebration of earthly pleasures and cosmic revelations and connections. i believe in his landscapes.. his metaphors.. dusty, abandoned roads, rivers that we must cross or follow, abandoned shells of cars.. the promise of the promised land.. and love.. real tangible love.. stained, torn at the edges.. negotiated but truly and tangibly felt..
i had become wary of his utopianism for a while now thinking it too full blooded, cliche ridden, ambiguous and formulaic, until today ‘thunder road’ brought back that dreamscape of desperate love and longing, and of that desire to fly wild on the streets- free... on thunder road..