Bruce Springsteen, more than anyone else I listened to growing up, sold me on the myth of America. Its ambition, its possibility, its passion. Its divisions, its darkness, its stratifications.
And so two days before the most pivotal point in modern American history, and with other mortality issues on my mind, I went to see 75-year-old Bruce Springsteen p…
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