Bruce Springsteen turns 70 today! To celebrate we’ve put the wrapping paper around our 10 Springsteen stories.
Upstairs bedroom, posh Terrace House, South Yarra, November, 1983 We'd go down to the river And into the river we'd dive Oh down to the river we'd ride We used to walk back to his house from South Yarra Station with our vinyl school bags slung over our shoulders. When we got to the top [...]
Dr G listens as Bruce purrs the first track of Western Stars, the album that came out just a few weeks ago. “This would be perfect for someone learning English!”
Night shifts summer’s leaves/Date palms rock in breeze/Crescent bay shimmers
Andrew Starkie reflects on friendship, growing up, and The River: Pat introduced me to Bruce Springsteen in the garage at Monash Avenue. We couldn’t have been older than 12 and 13.
I’d drive all night with my brother if I could. It would be escapism of a sort but also a rare chance to spend time, a long time, together. We’d pack sandwiches and snacks and drinks. Chocolate. A football. Some of Peter’s surfboards.
As a teenage boy in a dark suburban room, I was a long way from the turnpikes of New Jersey. I didn't have a job, a car or a girl, just an Apollo 10-speed bicycle and a dungeon I called my own. What on earth was I connecting with here?
Vin Maskell Wellington St, St Kilda, 1982 Five songs in and I was wrung out. No light, no shade on this album. Black rivers. Serial killers.
Jack Gramski Western suburbs, Melbourne, circa 2005 Everyone I'd grown up with was changing: getting jobs, having kids, moving away, finding new friends etc.
Vin Maskell Outside Newport library, Victoria, Australia. Saturday 7 July, 2012. Midday. The busker had an audience of one, as I stood there off to the side, trying not to look too conspicuous.