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Zusatztext ...Himes does an excellent job with Born in the U.S.A. Shedding a lot of light on the artist's self-doubt and concerns during the album's creation, Himes has dug up evidence of Springsteen's mindset at the time and provides invaluable insight into his songwriting process. It's not too much a stretch to believe that the authors of the 33 1/3 series books are fans of the artists and albums they're writing about as well as talented music journalists. Less critical than anecdotal, the series is designed to set an archival benchmark for the albums covered. In this, Himes excels, forever capturing in print the spirit and energy that went into the creation of Born in the U.S.A. Informationen zum Autor Geoffrey Himes Klappentext When Bruce Springsteen went back on the road in 1984, he opened every show by shouting out, "one, two, one, two, three, four," followed by the droning synth chords of "Born in the U.S.A." Max Weinberg hit his drums with a two-fisted physicality that cut through the swelling chords. With a rolled-up red kerchief around his head and heavy black boots under his faded jeans, Springsteen looked like the character of the song, and from the very first line ("Born down in a dead man's town") he sang with the throat-scraping desperation of a man with his back against the wall. When he reached the crucial lines, though, the guitars and bass dropped out and Weinberg switched to just the hi-hat. Springsteen's voice grew a bit more private and reluctant as he sang, "Nowhere to run. Nowhere to go." It was as if he weren't sure if this were an admission of defeat or the drawing of a line in the sand. But when the band came crashing back at full strength-building a crescendo that fell apart in the cacophony of Springsteen's and Weinberg's wild soloing, paused and then came together again in the determined, marching riff-it was clear that the singer was ready to make a stand. Zusammenfassung Bruce Springsteen goes back on the road in 1984. Weinberg hits his drums with a two-fisted physicality that cut through the swelling chords. Springsteen sings with the throat-scraping desperation of a man with his back against the wall. When he reaches the crucial lines, the guitars and bass dropped out and Weinberg switches to just the hi-hat....
