Getting to Know “The Boss”
Bruce’s autobiography is like an all-night conversation with an old friend. My Goodreads review of “Born to Run.”
There’s a moment in a relationship where you get close enough to share the untidy bits of yourself, the truth behind the persona we all share with the world. After a 40-year road trip with “The Boss” that’s taken us from needing to escape the place we grew up, wrestling with the darkness we took with us, reckoning with the no-so-different real world, accepting the mantle of adulthood, and embracing the daily responsibilities and enduring joys of family, it feels like he did just that.
Turns out we both wanted to be that guy onstage; we both came up short again and again, and we both became better men in the process. Bruce’s gift has always been to show us the quiet dignity of working class people, and the glories hidden just below the surface of a working class life. Having slain most of his own dragons at 66 — and showing the scars of a few still unvanquished — he’s decided to show us the insecurities that so often concealed that dignity from himself, and the tarnish on the glories of his own extraordinary journey.
Thanks, Bruce. For all of it, and for this. Look forward to the miles we have left.