But then, there is Bruce Springsteen, who is back with a new record that is meant as an answer to the Bush administration and to the mess that this country has fallen into since 9-11 and his heartfelt Rising record.
Today I sat on a dusty couch at a kendo studio that is hidden among smelly warehouses, next to the "Poop Scoopers" headquarters, smelling like sweat and listened to the crack of bamboo swords and Japanese counting and shouts, while I, old fashioned style, read the Times Arts and Leisure, about Bruce's literal lull and then crescendo back into the story with his new record, Magic.
A.O. Scott is a little too clever for me, in his silly attempt at framing his story as an old Springsteen song, when he himself admits that early Springsteen wasn't even the soundtrack of his younger years. But I'm not gonna get all purist and Brooklyn about this, because its a beautiful piece in many ways. Instead, I just want to lift a large part of it that has Springsteen's fantastic quotes, with a tip of the hat to the newly non-select (even though this wouldn't have been select anyway,) NY Times and Mr Scott for being a lucky enough fuck to find himself at an E Street Band rehearsal in Asbury Park at the old convention center, not too long ago. For the full story go here....and for the record pre-order at a great price and a couple of the Videos go here....also notable is Amazon's new MP3 download store that will hopefully grow quickly and overtake iTunes with the ability to buy and actually own your music.
I'm not sure if I can actually love this record...but I do like what Ive heard so far, and I really like what Bruce is doing in that he is acting as a social commentator at a time when we sorely need him.
At the same time, I remember the special he did a few years ago when he sort of talked his way through some of the early songs and explained what HE meant by every little nuance, and it really got to me how he so easily takes back the very thing that is so special about this sort of art, and maybe art in general which is that we can project what we feel and what we need onto the compositions without him saying that this line was about his mother or whatever...and, its not like he ever was such a cryptic writer anyway (I mean, he was supposed to be the new Dylan, but come on...even Dylan wasn't Dylan by the time anyone dissected what the fuck he was writing about ...if he even remembered himself...Its like comparing realism to impressionism in most instances!)
Do I really want to know who You're So Vain was about? No!! Hell No!!...keep it to yourself Carly...I've got enough of my own to fill in the blanks.
But the point that doesn't escape me, (and in another time might have made me feel like he is not giving his audience enough credit for being able to figure this shit out for themselves,) is that this record is clearly a message about what has become of a country that Bruce loves...and he is trying to be literal, as well as explaining what he means to a stupid America, because he is stone cold serious about this....
...Once again he is hitting the road as a presidential election heats up.“I like coming out on those years,” he would tell me later, when we sat down to talk in a backstage dressing room after the rehearsal. “Whatever small little bit we can do, that’s a good time to do it.”
***Mr. Springsteen’s best songs, it seems to me, are about compromise and stoicism; disappointment and faith; work, patience and resignation. They are also, frequently — even the ones he wrote when he was still in his 20s — about nostalgia, about the desire to recapture those fleeting moments of intensity and possibility we associate with being young.
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“You know, that day when it’s all right there; it’s the world that only exists in pop songs, and once in a while you stumble on it.”“It’s the longing, the unrequited longing for that perfect world,” Mr. Springsteen continued. “Pop is funny. It’s a tease. It’s an important one, but it’s a tease, and therein resides its beauty and its joke.”
*** For his part, Mr. Sprinsteen said that in writing the songs for “Magic,” he had experienced “a reinfatuation with pop music.” “I went back to some forms that I either hadn’t used previously or hadn’t used a lot, which was actual pop productions,” he said. “I wrote a lot of hooks. That was just the way that the songs started to write themselves, I think because I felt free enough that I wasn’t afraid of the pop music. In the past I wanted to make sure that my music was tough enough for the stories I was going to tell.”
The paradox of “Magic” may be that some of its stories are among the toughest he has told. The album is sometimes a tease but rarely a joke. The title track, for instance, comes across as a seductive bit of carnival patter, something you might have heard on the Asbury Park boardwalk in the old days. A magician, his voice whispery and insinuating in a minor key, lures you in with descriptions of his tricks that grow more sinister with each verse. (“I’ve got a shiny saw blade/All I need’s a volunteer.”) “Trust none of what you hear/And less of what you see,” he warns. And the song’s refrain — “This is what will be” — grows more chilling as you absorb the rest of the album’s nuances and shadows.
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You can always trust what you hear on a Bruce Springsteen record (irony, he notes, is not something he’s known for), but in this case it pays to listen closely, to make note of the darkness, so to speak, that hovers at the edge of the shiny hooks and harmonies. “I took these forms and this classic pop language and I threaded it through with uneasiness,” Mr. Springsteen said.
And while the songs on “Magic” characteristically avoid explicit topical references, there is no mistaking that the source of the unease is, to a great extent, political. The title track, Mr. Springsteen explained, is about the manufacture of illusion, about the Bush administration’s stated commitment to creating its own reality.“This is a record about self-subversion,” he told me, about the way the country has sabotaged and corrupted its ideals and traditions." And in its own way the album itself is deliberately self-subverting, troubling its smooth, pleasing surfaces with the blunt acknowledgment of some rough, unpleasant facts.
“Magic” picks up where “The Rising” left off and takes stock of what has happened in this country since Sept. 11. Then, the collective experiences of grief and terror were up front. Now those same emotions lurk just below the surface, which means that the catharsis of rock ’n’ roll uplift is harder to come by. The key words of “The Rising” were hope, love, strength, faith, and they were grounded in a collective experience of mourning. There is more loneliness in “Magic,” and, notwithstanding the relaxed pop mood, a lot less optimism.
The stories told in songs like “Gypsy Biker” and “The Devil’s Arcade” are vignettes of private loss suffered by the lovers and friends of soldiers whose lives were shattered or ended in Iraq. “The record is a tallying of cost and of loss,” Mr. Springsteen said. “That’s the burden of adulthood, period. But that’s the burden of adulthood in these times, squared.”
***In conversation, Mr. Springsteen has a lot to say about what has happened in America over the last six years: “Disheartening and heartbreaking. Not to mention enraging” is how he sums it up. But his most direct and powerful statement comes, as you might expect, onstage. It is not anything he says or sings, but rather a piece of musical dramaturgy, the apparently simple, technical matter of shifting from one song to the next.
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“You’ve got to let that chord sustain. Everybody!” Mr. Springsteen urged. “It can’t die down.”
The guitarists had the extra challenge of keeping the sound going while changing instruments, a series of baton-relay sprints for the crew whose job was to assist with the switch, until a dissonant organ ring came in to signal a change of key and the thunderous opening of “Last to Die.” It’s not much of an exaggeration to say that Mr. Springsteen’s take on the post-9/11 history of the United States can be measured in the space between the choruses of those two songs. The audience is hurled from a rousing exhortation (“Come on up to the rising”) to a grim, familiar question: “Who’ll be the last to die for a mistake?”
“That’s why we had to get that very right today,” he said later. “You saw us working on it. That thing has to come down like the world’s falling on you, that first chord. It’s got to screech at the end of ‘The Rising,’ and then it’s got to crack, rumble. The whole night is going to turn on that segue. That’s what we’re up there for right now, that 30 seconds.”
But the night does not end there. Onstage, “Last to Die” is followed, as it is on the album, by a song called “Long Walk Home.” In the first verse, the speaker travels to some familiar hometown spots and experiences an alienation made especially haunting by the language in which he describes it: “I looked into their faces/They were all rank strangers to me.” That curious, archaic turn of phrase — rank strangers — evokes an eerie old mountain lament of the same title, recorded by the Stanley Brothers.
“In that particular song a guy comes back to his town and recognizes nothing and is recognized by nothing,” Mr. Springsteen said. “The singer in ‘Long Walk Home,’ that’s his experience. His world has changed. The things that he thought he knew, the people who he thought he knew, whose ideals he had something in common with, are like strangers. The world that he knew feels totally alien. I think that’s what’s happened in this country in the past six years.”
And so the song’s images of a vanished small town life (“The diner was shuttered and boarded/With a sign that just said ‘gone’ “) turn into metaphors, the last of which is delivered with the clarity and force that has distinguished Mr. Springsteen’s best writing:
My father said “Son, we’re
lucky in this town
It’s a beautiful place to be born.
It just wraps its arms around you
Nobody crowds you, nobody goes it alone.
You know that flag
flying over the courthouse
Means certain things are set in stone
Who we are, and what we’ll do
And what we won’t”
It’s gonna be a long walk home.
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