Least and Most: Born to Run

All the redemption I can offer, girl, is beneath this dirty hood…

I want to know if love is wild, girl I want to know if love is real…

Man there’s an opera out on the Turnpike, there’s a ballet being fought out in the alley…

It’s chapter three. In which our hero gives the E Street a shuffle, welcomes back an old confidante and gains a new one to boot, sharpens his street poetry to make it more universal, plucks his characters from their boardwalk hideouts and puts them into something chrome wheeled and fuel injected so they can bust out of Asbury Park en route to becoming rock and roll future. That’s right; it’s the Catalina fucking wine mixer Born To Run.

Once again – and certainly for the next few posts – I’ve placed myself in a tricky spot: citing a track that I find my least preferred on an album that’s easily one of Springsteen’s finest and no doubt a favourite album of many. Born To Run has become one of those albums – you know: an instantly recognisable cover that’s been parodied countless times, one that’s stuffed full of killer songs and tracks that delight night after night after night after night… one that routinely tops magazine ‘best of this or that’ polls etc.

Does it even have a track that I don’t love as much as the others? Well, perhaps not but that’s not really what we’re looking at here but there is one song that I certainly listen to and recall less than others and that means that..

Least: Night

AGAIN – this isn’t a slight of ‘Night’ but I can’t recall much about it even now after having run through the album again yesterday. It’s a great tune and on any other album wouldn’t be here – hell even Bruce’s least memorable cuts are better than many artists’ highs… but it has the misfortune of being a three minute blast of good stuff in between two fucking great cuts; ‘Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out’ and ‘Backstreets’. It’s like the definition of a filler slot, it would have to be a really remarkable track to stand its own there and it’s to the song’s credit that it’s still bloody good… but there’s nothing stand-out about it for me. That’s all.

Picking a ‘most’ from Born To Run is almost as challenging to be honest. I mean, there’s ‘Thunder Road’ which is one of his finest, there’s the title track itself and the the previously mentioned ‘Backstreets’… but there’s nothing really like..

Most: Jungleland

It’s beyond compare, really. It’s like everything great on this album was building up to the magnificent epic that straddles nearly ten minutes of pure delight at the end and manages to encompass everything great that Springsteen had hinted at in his music to come and would for decades yet to arrive. The street poetry is there, the surging hope for better tomorrows, the ridiculously moving saxophone break, the builds and release and powering along, and the fact that, somehow, he manages to make the whole thing still feel like an anthem to be blasted to a stadium full of fans giving as much passion as they can ‘tonight…. in… JungleLAND’.

Fuck yes.

Least and Most: The Wild, The Innocent & the E Street Shuffle

Might as well tackle the bull by the horns, as they say. Though who in their right mind would want to tackle a bull at all, let alone by the pointy end. Probably the same person who’s trying to find a ‘least’ track on a pretty-much faultless album. I reckon this is more one for Tom Cruise and his IMF team than it is for me. I don’t grin “like an idiot every fifteen minutes” though.

Put simply The Wild, The Innocent & the E Street Shuffle is the beginning of Springsteen’s unimpeachable run of albums. It delivers on a promise that wasn’t all too apparent on his debut released just eight months prior. After plenty of shows with the fledgling E Street Band and with keyboard player David Sancious as his first musical lieutenant, the songs on The Wild.. add strains of jazz and other styles to Springsteen’s street-life scenes and boardwalk characters and while the lyrics still feel like he’s falling through the pages of a thesaurus, they’re getting ever tighter and more evocative. The run of ‘Incident on 57th Street’, ‘Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)’ and ‘New York City Serenade’ mean that Side B is easily the greatest second half of any album out there alone.

Given the sheer brilliance of these early albums, while I hope it’s not needed, I’ll add a caveat to this that I’d rather take these songs other plenty of others and that ‘least’ is meant only in a relative sense. Now, with that being said I’m also fully aware that I’m probably committing an act of Bossphemy when I say…

Least: The E Street Shuffle

That’s definitely the sound of ‘boo’s not ‘Bruuuuce’ I hear right now, I’m sure. Again: I fucking LOVE this album. But there’s something about the opener in comparison to everything that follows that feels a little, well; lesser. It feels a little like Bruce is trying too hard to get that live show stopper song into the mix that he’d perfect with ‘Tenth Avenue Freeze Out’ and ‘Out In The Streets’.

Lyrically…. it’s a jumble. While just one song later we’ve got pure evocation with “the fireworks are hailin’ over Little Eden tonight, forcin’ a light into all those stoned-out faces left stranded on this Fourth of July” on ‘The E Street Shuffle’ we’ve got a ‘man-child’ giving double shots to ‘little girls’ and some dude called Power 13 and his girl Little Angel? Again, this is only a relative ‘least’ because I’m comparing it to the utter ‘provoke a gold-rush and mass migration to the west’ level of quality the rest of the album has both lyrically and musically.

There, that’s the hardest ‘least’ I’ve faced while putting this together. I need a lie down. But before I do…

Most: New York City Serenade

I’m not one to reinvent the wheel or work too hard – or hard at all – when I don’t have to. As such I’m going to borrow from my Least to Most take on The Wild The Innocent.. and say “there’s a few, a small few songs that I’ll listen to where the opening bar is so immediately ‘right’, so ‘spot on’ and tuned to me that it affects me to the core. It’s like an instant high. ‘New York City Serenade’ is one of those. That hammer of the piano strings, the cascade of notes that follows. Sometimes you’ll hear an intro that’s perfect and you’ll think ‘ok, how’s this gonna get marred?’ because not everything that follows can be as good. With ‘New York City Serenade’ everything works beautifully, the arrangement is so perfectly put together that every element just flows into the next in a way that makes it seem like effortless poetry. There’s not a single bum note or misstep in the entire song. Bruce Springsteen was 23 when he wrote and arranged ‘New York City Serenade.’ When I was 23 I though it was a good idea to call a band ‘Wookie Cushion’”.

This isn’t just my favourite song on this album, it’s one of my favourite songs of all time.

What are you thinking? Should I be strung up for suggesting ‘The E Street Shuffle’ is lesser than ‘Wild Billy’s Circus Story?’

Least and Most: Greetings From Asbury Park, N.J

Am I really kicking off a new series? Is it another Springsteen-focused run? You betcha.

This shouldn’t be as time consuming to write or read as previous though. The idea is a pretty simple one: Bruce has twenty studio albums – discounting archival boxsets and karaoke soul cover albums – and having recently spent time running through the lot of ’em I’m gonna be picking two tracks from each, the most and least played / loved / enjoyable from my perspective. Granted, with so many five star albums in the mix it’ll be easier with some than others but that’s part of the ‘game’, right?

Spending time with Springsteen’s catalogue again recently I’ve noticed how my appreciation of certain albums has changed over the years and his 1973 debut Greetings From Asbury Park, N.J. is one of those that’s grown in my appreciation.

Adding an unbridled sense of exuberance to Dylan style thesaurus-wrestlers with exaggerated imagery and street scenes, Springsteen’s debut sets folk-based tunes to an electric band backing. This phase of Springsteen’s career was short-lived. The coffee-shop folkie mode he’d shifted to after Steel Mill seemed to have run its course even with Bruce for as soon as he’d signed as a solo artist he assembled a band again to cut his first album – which was also the first and only time he wrote complete lyrics before the music.

It’s pretty hard to identify lesser tracks from Springsteens early albums (early as he’s now into his sixth decade of releasing them) but ….

Least: The Angel

‘The Angel’ is such a slight, seemingly ineffective song that you’d pretty much forget it after hearing the album. It’s only been performed live twice. Ever.

Meanwhile there’s a wealth of great songs on here that stand up to constant repeating. Whether it’s the radio ‘hits’ – ‘Spirit In The Night’ and ‘Blinded By The Light’ – that he was sent to write after handing in an album that Columbia felt lacked any or the familiar ‘Growin’ Up’ and ‘For You’, these early nuggets are as golden as they get. For me, though, there’s one that stands head and shoulders above the rest…

Most: Lost In The Flood

It’s epic. It’s ridiculously well-written and arranged for a dude of 23 and has remained a fan favourite and crowd pleaser since. There was talk that Steven Van Zandt had a hand in creating some of the song’s sounds (particularly the explosion through the amp at kick-off) but he’s on record as denying that and there’s no mention in either Springsteen or SVZ’s* auto-bios. It’s one of those brooding, sparse story songs that Springsteen would smash out of the park throughout his career. Is is it his first Vietnam song? I think so… correct me if I’m wrong. Hell, I even had a ‘Bronx’s best apostle’ t-shirt for years my adoration of this song is so strong. It sits right in the middle of the running order but, to me, this is a key puzzle piece on the road to Born To Run and Darkness – it’s an underdog saga with just a small glimpse of hope.

To paraphrase El Duderino, though, this is just, like, my opinion, man. Let me know if you think I’m miles off.

*Reading Unrequited Infatuations it would seem Van Zandt was completely off Springsteen’s radar between his signing with and releasing his first two albums for Columbia as he wasn’t part of the band you get the impression he was having a little bit of a sulk about it.