One of rock’s greatest storytellers tells his greatest story. His own.
I was a big fan of the Boss when I was younger. I had the cassettes of Born to Run and Darkness on the Edge of Town and wore them out on my middle school tape player. I saw him in concert on both the Born in the USA and Tunnel of Love tours. But I hadn’t paid any attention to Bruce Springsteen in the last 15 years. I knew he wrote a well-received book and performed on Broadway, but I knew nothing about his musical output.
He tells his story in the memoir Born to Run through the creation of music – in shabby rehearsal spaces, beer-soaked music clubs and a variety of historically important recording studios – but it’s really the story about how one kid beats the odds of his dysfunctional family and abject poverty through his raw ambition to become the biggest rock star in the world. He admits that at the heart of that one in a million chance, there is indeed one. The writing is lyrical (of course), insightful and heartfelt and shows that his success never would have happened without the ups and downs of relationships, family and lifelong friendships.
