sonny i la vista who’s that

thats him.

thats me?

thats you.

thats true.

thats him?

that’s me.

i’ll be.

the isla vista part we get, but why sonny? its usually foggy there.

bc its not about sunny its about sonny

the least talked about springsteen character of all time for some reason



I got a ’69 Chevy with a 396
Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor
She’s waiting tonight down in the parking lot
Outside the 7-Eleven store
Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch
And he rides with me from town to town
We only run for the money, got no strings attached
We shut ’em up and then we shut ’em down
Tonight, tonight the strip’s just right
I want to blow ’em off in my first heat
Summer’s here and the time is right
For racin’ in the street

We take all the action we can meet
And we cover all the northeast state
When the strip shuts down we run ’em in the street
From the fire roads to the interstate
Some guys they just give up living
And start dying little by little, piece by piece,
Some guys come home from work and wash up,
And go racin’ in the street

Tonight, tonight the strip’s just right
I want to blow ’em all out of their seats
Calling out around the world, we’re going racin’ in the street

I met her on the strip three years ago
In a Camaro with this dude from L.A.
I blew that Camaro off my back,
And drove that little girl away,
But now there’s wrinkles around my baby’s eyes
And she cries herself to sleep at night
When I come home the house is dark
She sighs, “baby did you make it all right?”
She sits on the porch of her daddy’s house
But all her pretty dreams are torn,
She stares off alone into the night
With the eyes of one who hates for just being born

For all the shut down strangers and hot rod angels,
Rumbling through this promised land
Tonight my baby and me, we’re gonna ride to the sea
And wash these sins off our hands

Tonight, tonight the highway’s bright
Out of our way, mister, you best keep
‘Cause summer’s here and the time is right
For racin’ in the street

they say movie pass is dying

you know what Springsteen says

everything that dies some day comes back

put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty

and meet me tonight in Atlantic City.

in other news, my computer has died so everyone is telling me to get a refurbished Mac from 2015

because that was the year they made the last great Macs

weirdly they cost as much as brand new ones.

which is sorta cool i guess because my now-dead one lasted 7 years.

and i used it every day

and i wrote to you almost every day.

and mama mia all the videos i saw on it and cubs games and work i did on it.

so i for sure got my moneys worth.

the clock says it’s time to go… now…

lemmyi’m doing this new thing to motivate myself away from the computer during this Christmas vacation.

when i wake up i take the charger off the macbook and when the battery runs out it’s time to go outside and see what LA has to offer.

right now it’s at 10% but it’s draining fast because i have a video of Los Lobos playing with Jerry Garcia in the background. a little tune you may have heard “La Bamba”  in 86.

there was a time when i would wake up early and uber all day and all night. those days are over. i pick and choose.

my hands and arms were in such pain this year that i had to buy all these lotions and salves. none of it worked. i sacrificed a goat (its always the goats). didnt work. then i tried driving less. that didnt work.

i tried heavy breathing, extra tacos, sex with women(!), positive thinking. nothing.

and then i threw money at the problem: i bought a variety of compression gloves and arm sleeves and holy cow it worked and my hands and arms are better than ever.

but i never want to abuse them again because theyre my money maker. theyre whats letting me tell you right now that i love you. theyre whats letting me tell you that we’re already at 6 per cent with a bullet. theyre what lets me wipe the poop from my crack after i take a dump. imagine you couldnt do that. imagine you needed to make a robot to do that for you.

but how you gonna build a poop cleaning robot when you aint got no hands or arms that work because you drove all night like springsteen

through the wind, through the rain,

the snow, the wind,

the rain

hearrrrrrt and soul

no robot poop machines gonna do nothing for you the way i can.

even with one hand writhing in pain,

like what most of 15 was for me.

but thats all in the rear view now.

3 per cent

holy cow.

it was Born to Run’s birthday yesterday, it’s 40

born to run

i took a long walk last night for a few reasons. one was because i wanted to rest my hands.

the other was because uber has hired way too many cars and i didnt get one ride after work.

so i walked.

and as i walked i listened to Born To Run on its birthday and was amazed as always.

im a weirdo. if i love a record i wont play it. i dont want it to get old. i never want to be bored of Born to Run.

bruuuucehow do you start a record with Thunder Road? hows that even possible? it’s possible if thats your only song. or maybe if you only have two good songs.

but when all of the songs are ridiculously good and different how you gonna just have a screen door slam as Mary’s dress sways?

when Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out comes on you realize Thunder Road was just an alley to TAFO’s oop?!


it was all just an intro for The Big Man?

no wonder from the coastline to the city all the little pretties raise their hands.

“Night” i can live without. perfectly fine. and for sure id take it on one of Bruce’s current albums, but what the hell is this Backstreets? probably the most overlooked tune on this record. just as dramatic as any of the others. just as idealistic. just as emotional.

theres a reason the best Bruce zine back in the day was called Backstreets. fuck.

side two and there’s Born to Run. a song so iconic and perfect when i listen to it i think about the time i walked past this normal apartment house and its door was open and i could see inside and above the couch was a framed print of the Mona Lisa.

its like who puts the mona lisa in their house? are they being ironic? is it a beautiful joke? is it the funniest joke in the world?

how about this for the funniest joke in the world: springsteen was about to be fired from Columbia. his first two records (the wild and the innocent, and greetings from asbury park) were not really flops, but the label were disappointed with their sales. they wanted to give Bruce just

one. more. chance.

and that last chance turned out to be the mona lisa: born to run.

the joke is today labels dont give bands three records. you get one. one and done. theres no vision theres no patience. theres no artist DEVELOPMENT. as much as i love bruce’s first two records, and trust me LOVE is the word, theyre not born to run.

and that song. holy.

that song is so strong its almost ashame that something has to follow it. who bats after The Babe?

big man and bruceGehrig. and in this case that’s She’s The One.

another anthem. another pleading wolf in the moonlight

With her long hair falling / And her eyes that shine like a midnight sun

oooooooooooh ohhhhhhhh shes the one!

fuck bon jovi.

bon jovi has no shes the one following no born to run. fucking fakers. yet radio wants to pretend they do.

but we’re not done. theres still two songs left on this record. the super 70s Meeting Across The River which is basically the origin story of The Sopranos

and then Jungleland

it’s almost as interesting to think about how Jungleland ends than to think about what happens in it because it ends like three times. and the whole band is involved, just like how they are through the album.

its a team effort.

Meeting is about a dark, solo, borderline evil and definitely illegal venture

but Jungleland is about a team.

so as much as we are right to praise Bruce on the 40th birthday of one of music’s finest rock records, we also gotta give it up to the E Street Band for delivering something so mighty and so strong that it makes so much of todays robot music feel as shallow and ridiculous as it is.

happy birthday Mary and Wendy, Scooter and The Big Man

it is right for all the little pretties to raise their hands

springsteen officially records suicide’s “dream baby dream”

theres a new movie out right now called CBGB. it’s about the famous punk club in nyc.

it’s kinda dumb but also kinda good. it be great to watch if youre sick at home and you see it on netflix.

or if youre on a plane ride somewhere.

one of the 70s-era bands it mentions superfast is Suicide, who were not punk in sound, but in spirit.

The Boss, Bruce Springsteen covered one of their tunes “Dream Baby Dream” in 2005 on an organ and it blew everyones minds. Usually it ended the show.

even Suicide loved it. Alan Vega of Suicide told the Springsteen lovin Backstreets Magazine “A lot of bands have done my stuff, Suicide stuff […] Thank god, finally somebody did their version of it. [Bruce] interpreted my song, he did it his way, and such a great way that I’m going to have to sing it that way, or not sing it at all anymore! … On my death bed, [Springsteen’s version will be] the last thing I’m going to listen to. I’ll play it at my funeral.”

the other day Bruce went into the studio and properly recorded the tune and thanked the fans for the hugely successful year-and-a-half world wide wrecking ball tour.

then they put together a video of the fans, the band, and, in its most touching moments, the fallen members of the E Street Band.

strangely the tune isn’t for sale on itunes or anywhere else, not even as a single. its odd because if it wasnt obvious how much bruce respects Suicide, this is what he said in 2005 “You know, if Elvis came back from the dead, I think he would sound like Alan Vega.”

well alan vega aint dead, boss, so im sure his bank account would appreciate the boost merely on songwriting royalties alone.

today is bruce springsteens birthday, he’s 64

Bruce Springsteenfor a very long time i had a bruce springsteen poster over my bed.

def all through college.

one reason was in 1984 when born in the usa came out, and catapulted the jersey rocker from arenas to stadiums, i saw the light at the LA Sports Arena.

it was right around this time of year. the album was so popular in part because nearly all the songs were so good. how is that possible on your 7th album? (Shut up U2’s Joshua Tree).

But seriously almost all of these songs got heavy radio (and MTV) play from 84-86:

Side one
  1. Born in the U.S.A.” – 4:39
  2. Cover Me” – 3:27
  3. Darlington County” – 4:48
  4. Working on the Highway” – 3:11
  5. Downbound Train” – 3:35
  6. I’m on Fire” – 2:37
Side two
  1. No Surrender” – 4:00
  2. Bobby Jean” – 3:46
  3. I’m Goin’ Down” – 3:29
  4. Glory Days” – 4:15
  5. Dancing in the Dark” – 4:00
  6. My Hometown” – 4:34

One of the biggest lessons I learned from Born in the USA was about backlash.

Even though the themes are relatively tame (except for the title track), some people had just had ENOUGH of springsteen and his alleged nationalistic tornado that blew around the planet on a world tour that filled the biggest venues in the land.

While sitting in the very back of the LA Coliseum with 100,000 of my closest friends i thought about those haters. And I concluded that no matter what you do: write love songs, raise awareness about local homelessness, and freaking rock the house each and every night: some people just gonna hate.

So relax. You will never do anything as successful as this album and tour. So if they’re gonna protest and talk trash about Bruce, of course they’re gonna hate on you too. So rock and ignore the buzzing feedback. If anything shove that guitar right in the amp and bring more.

Happy birthday Boss.


bruce springsteen

we shall overcome: the seeger sessions
columbia records

bruce springsteen was the first ticket that i ever paid over $100 for. the year was 1985. the show was one of seven to be played at the sports arena here in los angeles.

i paid $115 to sit on the other end of the arena from the stage but not too far up. it was four hours long. i sang to every word. i went alone but i was there with 20,000 people who all felt the same way: the show was priceless; it was worth the LA traffic, it was worth the parking, it was worth the struggle to get tickets to see bruce springsteen at the peak of his popularity.

back in those days some critics compared him to dylan, some to elvis, some to u2. as u2 gets older they seem to be following along the same path as the boss – they seem to be showing their age too. and its unpretty.

this new collection of folk classics from the rich catalogue of pete seeger isnt as much of a tribute as it is an acknowledgement. not just that there are no more born to runs or rosalitas in our favorite rockstar from new jersey, but there arent any nebraskas left in him either.

its a new orleans death march. its a gleeful procession into the casket. its the last bloom of a wild flower determined to show one final sprout of color.

and ultimately its a testament that there is only one bob dylan, who has “traditional” albums before far better, and in a way where the songs become his. when dylan released Froggie Went A Courtin’ on 1992’s “good as ive been to you” he owned it. when bruce does it here, he fumbles, which is tough since the production is so clean and sterile.

the difference is theres no soul in the latest springsteen offerrings. you can say what you want about him marrying patty scalfia, but when he did he jumped the shark. his life might have been better but his music was forgetable, flat, and flimsy. the twinkle left his eye, the muscle left the melodies, the sweat was gone from the songs.

brass bands play and pianos tinkle on this collection but it may as well have been made by robots as theres no heart or majesty. theres no risk or reward. the devil is in the details and theres no sin therefore theres no salvation.

so why the picture of madonna? because she has taught us all how to age. shes taught us all how to keep pushing the envelope as we get older and squeeze out kids. shes taught us how to keep risking cuz she never stopped.

madonna will be in indio this weekend with the hipsters, and bruce will be in palm desert with the other old people who enjoy stale safe folkpopblues.

what mr bruce springsteen needs to do if he wants to make emotional music again is remember what it was like to write those first three records he made. he needs to remember what it was like to write those second three records. and if he cant remember he needs to quit using musicians that smell good, he needs to stop using producers who drive imports, he needs to stop playing guitars that sound right, if he wants to make a blues record or a folk record he needs to drink and get punched in the gut a few times, hard.

and he needs to stop singing like the goateed springsteen and recapture what it was to sing like the scrawny bearded hungry springsteen. or at least grasp why johnny cash could sing a nine inch nails tune in a way that would make you cry.

if the boss was smart he’d record his next album in a basement or a nut house or a haunted hotel or in the projects with the brothas whove never heard of him and dont give a shit if they did. and he needs to do some real songs like hank sr, robert johnson, morrissey, dylan, and billie. and he needs to be pissed off the entire time. tom waits could produce, but i recommend george bush. of course i’ll executive produce which will entail holding two signs. one that says sucks the other that says really sucks.

good non-dance records sound like they were recorded at night. this one was obviously recorded in sweden at noon. it’s plastic. its a pretty girl with makeup and hairspray and liposuction. we wanted a real woman with scars and scrapes and chipped nail polish with a dozen stories to tell as she smoked 100s and sipped out of a dirty glass.

when the pogues kick your ass at “jesse james” it proves that you live in a bubble that needs to be popped.

on the busblog scale of one to four stars this one gets one star. a pity star. for this is the record i would play for someone if i wanted to get them pissed off.

soxaholix + leonardo + bicycle mark interviewed me over the phone