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Trouble Busing
Around this time of year, but some other year, late at night I ran out on the beach in Asbury Park, barefoot, miraculously dodging the scattered shards of glass sparkling off the orange streetlamps lining the boardwalk, and splashed in the freezing water, soaked and sandy to the jeans. The goofy grinning Wonder Bar face, the paper and garbage, my friends waiting in the car, and I felt fantastic. So I think now, like I did when I was little, maybe Jersey’s not all bad–and maybe so many places to feel like that.
And it’s cool to love the Boss lately, for some reason, and fine fine fine. To be honest, 90% of the time I can’t stand him. But it’s tired outside, and windless; it’s too late tonight, and I want to move out of town. And there’s really nothing better than “Atlantic City” right now, over and over–worth skipping sleep, worth a lot: it’s what we’ve got music for in the first place (or, if nothing else, what I’ve got it for right now). So put your makeup on; fix your hair pretty.
Here it is live, about ten years ago, looking like your sketchy uncle from Cincinnati and sounding quite good.
