If you don't know who sings that lyric. Frankly, I don't think you deserve to have a good taste in music.
I saw him last night, and oh my word, that man is amazing. He's nearly 59 you know, and he still runs around like a manic man on stage. He couldn't get enough of it. He would go down to the front and let all these people grab his legs. His shows are epic. Every one is a new legend.
I am, of course, talking about The Boss. Bruce Springsteen, and his awesome E-Street Band.
For the first time in a very long time, I felt happy in the company of my Dad, along with the older siblings as well. It was us four, and my brother's best friend, who has been indoctrinated into the religion of Born To Run. I think it was because my Dad was happy. He adores seeing Bruce Springsteen. My Dad idolises him...even got his ears pierced like him (because he's well cool like that) And on the long drive down to Cardiff we listened to all the great classic songs. Thunder Road was on a constant loop, and everyone was singing. It was good. It felt great. And the result of having a happy family was amazing.
So, I thank you, Bruce Springsteen. You've made one awkward relationship between father and daughter that one bit easier.
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