Bruce's book, Original photo by Frank Stefanko
I just finished reading Bruce Springsteen’s autobiography, Born to Run. The book was a gift from my eldest daughter, Tegan, and I confess that when I got it, I smiled to her face, but secretly dreaded engaging 500 pages of American rock star navel-gazing. I could not have been more wrong. I found the book very engaging and in its aftermath I have been looking at Springsteen’s lyrics and really listening to his music for the first time.
I haven’t really ever been a Bruce fan. Oh sure, when ‘Born to Run’ comes on the radio