Which one do I think is the greatest album? Why, Bruce Springsteen’s “Born to Run”, of course.
I’ve listened to a lot of music from the 1970s. Most of it is of excellent quality. But “Born to Run” has a sweep and an ambition which is hard to match. Bruce chronicled the lives of the down and out, the hopeless dreamers, the melancholic and the nostalgic. And he did it with a music which was dynamic, powerful, almost symphonic. He had the music in his head, and it would get out by hook or by crook. And poetry flowed from his pen.
So, a few selections from the album to take you into Sunday morning.
If it’s March, it must be time for that annual gathering of general douchebaggery known as CPAC. Mitch McConnell waving around a rifle? Check. Donald Trump’s hair flapping? Check. Rand Paul fulminating against domestic spying which the GOP loved under Dumbya? Check. A minority outreach panel which no one attends? Double check, baby.
And, as always, we liberals are just funnier. A few of us have imagined what the randy CPACker would say to get a fellow Rightie into the sheets. Because what happens at CPAC stays at CPAC. Here are a few of the efforts