BRUCE!

Maybe you were born in 1965, to a blue collar family on the east coast, trying to survive through frigid winters and sweltering summers. Maybe you drove a ford pickup, drank budweiser and smoked cigarettes, knowing that you were stuck working for the man for the rest of your life.

But probably not. I know I certainly didn't.

But thats pretty much what makes music so damn great. When I put on, "The River," last night (I know, definitely not the first person to discover that song), I fell in love. Right away. His passion and emotion is so present that it would be hard for anyone to listen without respecting where this guy is coming from.

Now strangely enough, he is set to play the superbowl this year, which has people of the music community up in arms. They can't believe Bruce, the man of the people, would sell out and play the SUPERBOWL, the biggest media conglomerate commercial fuckfest known to man.

Shit. So maybe their right. I just start liking Bruce and he stabs me in the back. What the Fuck?

Or...

Maybe the whole man of the people thing plays directly to the strengths of the Superbowl. Instead of some glitzed up performance by Justin Timberlake, the Rolling Stones or somebody else of equal proportion, they got Bruce, telling stories and playing folk rock songs. But isn't that exactly what football is about? Isn't the Superbowl, despite the glitz and glamour, really just an excuse for people to get together, barbeque and drink beer? To forget about the motherfucking economy, the middle east exploding like a powder keg, and record temperatures in January?

I don't know. Maybe I'm wrong. But in this crazy world, I want to hear me some Bruce Springsteen, some real shit that is never on MTV, American Idol, or any other music show. So if the Superbowl is the only place I can find that at, so be it.