(Un)Like

The biggest lesson I learned in music was from followin' Bruce Springsteen. I once knew every word off by heart from his 1st 7 albums (1973-1984). Then I don't know if it was me getting older or him getting married, but i literally ditched him after listening to Tunnel of Love (which had a few good songs but wasn't good enough for me). I wanted to remember him just like I loved him. It took more than 10 yrs for him to slowly win me back. Later i realized that if you love a musician that much, you gotta follow that Artist through all the changes and formations, no different than any other love. Otherwise you're just like a music label who turns an Artist down after an Artist did so much.

If we are truly keepin' it real, it is not all about "like."

PS for the hell of it, I wanted to re-review his first album Greetings from Asbury Park, NJ, which I still think didn't get a fair shake. But I think I would have just said you should've kept Song To The Orphans on the album (from original shortlist). It was on his proposed track listing for the album and somehow got crossed off and was never released, orphaned just like the title. He sung it November 21-22, in Trenton, NJ, for for "those of you who know more about me than I do about myself." Before he even had an album he sung it often at Max's Kansas City and on the radio.

Turn The Page

Copy your race.

Copy your space.

Copy the post.

Like the most.

Do less

To feel best

The shortcut you take

Is the least chance you make

Branches move in the sky

But are you moving or standing still?

What you earn is not what you learn

Your ignition is sparked by recognition

You survive

To be alive

You feed from

What you need

You want change

But are out of range

You ruin with

What you been doin’

As if you are the only one on the boat

Inside your moat

You complain

Watching the rain

Feelin’ water

Circling the drain

You spoil

And feel so royal

Your world is virtual

All fast and instant reply

All unreal with no feel

So unquestionable, everyone likes

So unfree you can’t see

You read but who do you want to be

You have a need

To be in the feed

Turning the page

Is all the rage

Cutting corners ignoring mourners

Making money to taste the honey

Three steps forward, three steps back

It's an easier way, the copy cat path

You have done the math.

Written while listening to Hearing Damage.