Most habitual travelers have a feeling that, in some way, they were born to meander the globe looking for a life beyond the stale existence of stagnant normalcy. Bruce Springsteen apparently felt the same way in 1975 when he released the classic “Born to Run.”
This is quite literally the only Bruce Springsteen song that I like, probably due to my distaste for anything that comes close to New Jersey propaganda. But damn, I can’t deny that this jam makes me feel all sorts of fuzzy things. Imagine being a delinquent teen with $20 in your pocket and a dream in your heart, flipping of your normie parents as you storm out of your childhood home to run off into the wild American West with your teenage dream of a lover.
Feel that mix of nostalgia and excitement for impending adventure in the face of a bleak reality? That’s how “Born to Run” feels.
If the angsty youth angle doesn’t do it for you, just imagine yourself on a road trip to anywhere, top down on your run down jalopy and a cigarette in your teeth. Perhaps you’re in a leather jacket, perhaps you’re topless – I dunno man, it’s your fantasy. But there’s one constant: “the highway’s jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive, everybody’s out on the run tonight but there’s no place left to hide.”
You know what I mean?
I could go on and on, but that would just take away The Boss’ stage time. All you need to know is “tramps like us – baby, we were born to run.”
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