“Baby We Were Born (again) to Run…”


Finally saw Bruce.

A couple decades late because a prime regret of my time in New Jersey in the early 90s was never seeing him live. Another week late because Maundy Thursday would have been even better.

He is not only a master storyteller, but a preacher; fearless in the face of the dark. His anthems starkly conjure, then defy, life’s hardships with astonishingly gritty playing and singing. He took us down poignantly detailed roads peculiarly blue-collar but also somehow universal; the congregation finally joining in choruses that moved beyond lyrics to simple sung affirmations. He was all I had been told: one of the greatest showmen ever.

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“The 12” Utterly Ascends

the 12Critic Jon Landau in 1974 upon seeing a certain New Jersey singer/songwriter for the first time:

“I saw rock and roll future, and its name is Bruce Springsteen.”

This past Sunday I was at the small Stage Theater at the Center for the Performing Arts here in Denver where a world premiere was taking place.

I saw Christian Rock Musical future, and its name is “The 12”

It has been a generation since Godspell and Jesus Christ Superstar brought the Good News to Broadway, Continue reading