Being an Italian-American who lives in New Jersey, there’s no possible way to avoid the name Bruce Springsteen. The Boss. He’s a legend, and especially popular among people my dad’s age. My dad has never missed a E Street Band tour in his entire life. He’s been a die-hard fan ever since his first album, Greetings from Asbury Park, N.J., in 1973. One day, I couldn’t have been older than six, I crept into my dad’s office and decided to look through his books and CDs and pictures. I stumbled upon photos of my nonno and nonna when they were getting married, and a photo album from when my dad went to Disney World when he was little. But then I saw something that truly peaked my interest. Sitting on the bookshelf, with the slightest layer of dust, was a silver basket. Inside were albums upon albums, all Bruce Springsteen. I snatched the basket and ran it into my bedroom, and dumped the albums onto my comforter. It must have contained every single album. I shuffled through each one, reading the backs of them all, frantically searching for one that contained the most familiar songs. Darkness on th Edge of Town. That album stuck out to me. It wasn’t because of the familiarity of the songs, in …show more content…
There were lyrics about believing in the love given by somebody and faith that could save him. I started realizing that the love he was talking about wasn’t from a girlfriend or a friend just like in every other song that plays on the radio is, but he was talking about God. Even though I’ve went to church my entire life, it took some time before I picked up that this song altogether was not the happy-go-lucky anything-is-possible anthem that I had once thought it was, but rather a song of hardship and struggle. He was working in the fields and was trying to get away from the place he was