I’m supposed to tell you (according to Monsieur Walker’s blog post) my favorite Springsteen song? Just one? Holy Hells, really?!?
Well, I guess there are understandable leanings toward Atlantic City, or Nebraska. Stories that pull you in and make you beg to stay for the ending. And these stories are blessed to be surrounded by such haunting melodies.
There’s the beautiful love song, If I Should Fall Behind, and the raw truth of Devils and Dust.
There are the historic tunes on “Born in the USA”, and let’s be real–absolutely anything off of “Born to Run” or “Darkness on the Edge of Town”.
One song? Holy Hells, really?!?
But if I had to put it down to one song?
My City In Ruins.
The right song. The right time. The right place. The right piece of what it is to be human right then, and the right artist to portray it.
I’m supposed to tell you (according to Monsieur Walker’s blog post) my favorite Springsteen song? Just one? Holy Hells, really?!?
Well, I guess there are understandable leanings toward Atlantic City, or Nebraska. Stories that pull you in and make you beg to stay for the ending. And these stories are blessed to be surrounded by such haunting melodies.
There’s the beautiful love song, If I Should Fall Behind, and the raw truth of Devils and Dust.
There are the historic tunes on “Born in the USA”, and let’s be real–absolutely anything off of “Born to Run” or “Darkness on the Edge of Town”.
One song? Holy Hells, really?!?
But if I had to put it down to one song?
My City In Ruins.
The right song. The right time. The right place. The right piece of what it is to be human right then, and the right artist to portray it.