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Bruce Springsteen

Bruce Springsteen and Max Weinberg

Bruce Springsteen and Max Weinberg in concert

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 Seven-Eleven Store
Racing in the Street, Bruce Springsteen

Bruce Springsteen’s beautiful ode to street racers, is my favourite Springsteen song, from Darkness on the edge of town, which is also my favourite album. It perfectly illustrates the lives of working class nobodies, whose one passion is racing for money, cars and sometimes hearts.

I blew that Camaro off my back and drove that little girl away.

What I most love about this song, and indeed about most of his songs, is that everyone has a chance at redemption.

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

I first saw ‘The Boss’ in concert when he toured Australia with the E Street Band in 1985.  I was 17 and my brother was 15.  We travelled by bus from the Sunshine Coast to Brisbane.  Because it was his first ever Australian tour, buying tickets required you to cut out an order from from our local newspaper and post it, along with your money order, to the ticket office. The tickets were only $25 each!

The only thing we knew about Bruce Springsteen was what we’d heard from his Born in the U.S.A album.  But what we got changed us forever.  That show, lasting almost 4 hours, would become the benchmark for every concert I would see.  I’d learned all the songs from Born in the USA, so I could sing along when he played anything from that album, but surprisingly there were a number of songs I knew that hadn’t realised were his.  Badlands, Prove all night and of course Hungry Heart.  The most memorable moment came late in the evening when it started to rain.  It was an outdoor concert and prompted by the heavens opening up, Bruce sang Who’ll Stop the Rain and the rain stopped.

Since that night, I’ve been to 3 more Springsteen concerts.   The second in 97.  The third in 2013 and again in 2014.  What hits me the most with his shows is that after the first 4 or 5 songs, I always feel like I’ve got my money’s worth.  At the 3 hour mark, I’m exhausted, drained but exhilarated.  Night after night, the man bares his heart and soul for his audience.  He leaves nothing off stage, he empties the tank (as Jon Stewart said in his speech about Bruce when he was being honoured at the Kennedy Center).

Bruce Springsteen was born 7 days before my mother, 23 September 1949.  He is 65 now.  He shows no sign of stopping or even slowing down.  I know this ride cannot last forever, but I’m going to enjoy while I can.  I have a dream, maybe more of a goal than a dream, to see him in concert in New Jersey or at Madison Square Garden.  I know it’s cliche, but that would be one of the things I’d like to do before I die.

While Im not going to complain and say my life has been terrible up to this point.  At times it has been hard but I know it could have been a lot worse.  My first 47 years have been lived in constant fear, of what exactly I can’t say for sure.  But the more I write, the closer I get at my shot at redemption…

Well my soul checked out missing as I sat listening
To the hours and minutes tickin’ away
Yeah just sittin’ around waitin’ for my life to begin
While it was all just slippin’ away
I’m tired of waitin’ for tomorrow to come
Or that train to come roarin’ ’round the bend
I got a new suit of clothes a pretty red rose
And a woman I can call my friend

Better Days, Bruce Springsteen.

Thanks for reading.

Blogging 101 – First assignment

Today marks the start of the Blogging 101 course.  The first assignment is to introduce (or reintroduce) yourself to the world and talk about the purpose of my blog…


Mick Dundee from Australia here…

No, that’s too cheesy.  I’m Micheal and I am indeed from Australia.  I started this blog a few years ago, under a different name, but it never really took off like I’d planned.  In late 2014/early 2015 I repurposed it with a better focus on what I wanted to do, which is write.  Not writing for profit, although that would be nice, but more for pleasure.

So “The more I write” was born.

I already have an ‘About me‘ section.  It’s still pretty accurate, although I’m a little older now.

So why do I publish stuff on my blog and not in a private journal?  Fear has held me for far too long.  All my life I have written in notebooks or in docs on my computer, kept hidden away.  Scared of what people will say about my writing.  This is the first big leap into the unknown.  Hitting the blue Publish button is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, but the more I do it, the easier it becomes, right?

The main aim of this blog is to write, write and write some more.  I want to write about anything and everything.  Just getting my words and ideas out of my head and onto this blog.  It’s hard to explain but this quote says it best.  “Don’t die with the music still in you”.

I have two people that inspire me.  The first is my wife.  She fights every day to beat cancer and I’m in awe of her ability to keep going.  The second is Bruce Springsteen.  I saw him in concert in 1985 and even though I was only 16 and only knew a few of his songs, it was the most amazing concert ever!  I’ve since seen him in 97, 2014 and 2015.  The ultimate would be seeing him in New York or New Jersey.  Maybe one day.

So that’s about it for now.  By doing this course I hope to get into a better blogging routine and learn a few tips along the way.  I hope I can connect with some like minded people and we can all learn from each other.





It’s life

But not as we know it…

Or maybe it is how we know it. We’ve grown up with it, become accustomed to it, controlled by it.

What happened to us? What happened to the free world? Does it exist anywhere? Has it ever existed?

We have a new H&M store open in our huge multilevel mega-plaza. I tried to follow my wife and son into it recently only to be stopped at the door by a security person. “No beverages allowed in the store sir” I was advised. Like a diligent servant I complied with the order. But why did I? What could “they” have possibly done if I had just walked around the security guard and entered the store? I guess we will never know because society has trained me so well, I did as asked and didn’t make a fuss.

Ultimately it’s no big deal. I have vowed not to shop there, which won’t be hard as I don’t buy a lot of clothes for myself. The store won’t care because they have a lot more customers to take my place. But it’s another example of the control corporations have over us. And the worst part, these corporations don’t have to do anything to keep us in check. We control each other on their behalf.

A Current Affair asked their Facebook fans if H&M’s rule to not let shopping trolleys into their store was fair. The debate, like most debates on social media, got quite heated. Clearly people feel strongly about shopping trolleys and beverages in their favourite clothing stores. I can see both sides of the argument but why is it even being discussed? We’re talking about people, people with trolleys. People that are not conforming to the standards. People who don’t fit into the tiny little shoebox of what is expected. But the store doesn’t waste their time responding, we do it for them.

This afternoon, on my way home from work I walked passed a car yard. Several of the nice shinny cars had signs on their windscreens. ‘Feel it, Love it, Own it”. On a fairly well know soft drink, a slogan reads ‘Taste happiness’. Isn’t advertising wonderful.

I have been on a self-imposed media ban since about January this year. No newspapers, no news websites and no TV (I read, or I watch DVDs or Netflix, I know I know, hypocrite). Someone said to me recently, “but how will you know what’s going on in the world?” I won’t I guess, but I’ll be no less wiser than anyone who watches or reads anything from the mass media outlets. I may be a paranoid conspiracy theory nut, but that doesn’t mean I’m wrong about the major media corporations, mega global corporations and Governments, all working together to keep us in line.

Don’t watch TV for a few days or weeks and then turn it back on. Within minutes you’ll start to feel worse about yourself. Your clothes are no longer in fashion, you are ageing too rapidly and you are not skinny enough. You need a new car, a new phone and a bigger house to put your stuff in. Keep watching. They’ll tell you who to be scared of, who is to blame for the rising cost of living and the deficit, oh the deficit, who will save us from this terrifying world? They will tell you…

Perhaps I am crazy, it does all sound a little big brother, 1984. Do your own research. Check out the Collective Evolution website. Read Russell Brand’s book Revolution or his Trews channel on YouTube.

Thanks for reading.

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