(Second in my short series of Bruce-related posts leading up to Saturday’s show in North Charleston, SC)
Long one of my favorite Bruce Springsteen songs, this odd little tune is not one of his better known songs, and it is not a concert staple like the big hits. Part of his early writing stage where the words are just tripping over themselves, dripping with imagery, and pretty much just a jumble of energy, emotion, and attitude. Early on, Springsteen drew a lot of Bob Dylan and Van Morrison comparisons, something that came from songs like this one.
It’s a special song for me in another way, too, as it is one of two songs I recorded in the late 1990s for Springsteen tribute compilations put together by fans on the late, great Luckytown email digest run by Kevin Kinder. In 1998, I talked an old friend, Mark Bryan of Hootie & the Blowfish, into playing guitar for me and putting a recording of this song together for that year’s Greetings From Luckytown collection. After listening to the CD version a few times to get the chords and the tempo down, we recorded the song in about two takes, live in his bedroom studio here in Columbia (When he still lived over in the Shandon area), with me singing and Mark playing acoustic guitar. We tried singing it together the first time, but Mark’s voice was so much louder than mine he decided to just let me go it alone. Listening to it again, ten years later, I’m still pleased with how it turned out.
To hear how Springsteen does the song these days, click on the video below–a version of the song from a show in Boston a couple weeks ago.