Holly Gleason: The Hwy's Filled With Broken Heroes: Springsteen Tears A Hole In The Night

It's not much of a stage, no production, basic lights. As stripped down as a hockey rink stage can be. Lean, stark, unadorned. When you are Bruce Springsteen, though, what do you really need? Armed with the mighty, mighty E Street Band and a catalogue of songs that sweep the vistas of the flatlands, the flyovers, the blue collar, middle west and heartland, the bravura glory of a man in his element is its own juicy reward. For it might be hard to be a saint in the city, but not on that stage or the backstreets, in the shadows and the cracks... those places you won't ever be found, not because they're for hiding, but because no one cares to even bother looking there. And Springsteen's audience? They are people who deserve a superstar who is faithful... who knows about being a skew, a bar code, a number... who understands the notion of being a pair of hands without a face - at a time even those hands don't seem to matter much because the works been sent to cheaper places. They need ... (link)