A Fog
It wasn’t easy, but I listened to all of the 83 songs that Bruce released yesterday morning.
I’m not sure anyone has ever dropped that much music at one time, and it’s a true treasure chest for Springsteen fans.
There are 2 rock records, a record between Nebraska and Born in the USA that has a mix of both sounds.
There’s another album centered around the border troubles, and no one has handled that subject with more compassion or heart.
There’s another album that could’ve been released by Sinatra or Andy Williams in the ‘60’s.
There’s gospel influences, instrumental tracks, and there’s great guitar, some E-Street band appearances and some great lyrics.
So, I’ve been in a fog.
Coincidentally, my books arrived yesterday - the new release - “The Crime” and I also booked my flights and hotel for my trip to Los Angeles for the Awards Ceremony for a festival where I won.
Staying at the Roosevelt Hotel on Hollywood Boulevard- a hotel that hosted the first Academy Awards and a place where Marilyn Monroe and others had long-term residences.
That’s fog-inducing too as I think about making my speech there.
The weather has been good.
I have a tee time for the morning, and Ollie is beside me, fresh after catching 34 of 35.
(I led him too much on a crossing pattern).
So, weird.
Partly foggy, but it’s keeping me from listening to the lies being told on every possible subject by the wealthy class plotting to rob us blind.
Fog ain’t so bad.
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