As I read Bruce Springsteen’s autobiography, I’m delighted, but not surprised, to find that he is a superb storyteller and a beautiful writer. Of course he is. To a fiction writer, his music career is a lesson in love of work and use of the lag time between early talent indicators and enormous success.
In the first quarter of the book, Springsteen talks about the times he lived in the back room of a surfboard shop, without ID or bank account. His talent was strong, but his fans were few, and he worked on his music in the meantime. His fans grew, and life got wilder, but the money was small, and he worked on his music in the meantime. The money began to come in, but he knew he could be better, so he changed his direction, the money stopped, and he worked on his music in the meantime. When the call came to play for Hammond, who ‘discovered’ Dylan, Springsteen had a strong folder of songs and was accepted, but the company said that he didn’t have a hit single, so…
I wish I could thank people like Bruce Springsteen, who inspire aspirers. Springsteen got his chance later on to thank his inspiration, Bob Dylan, and instead found Dylan thanking him for playing his song at Kennedy Centre. The greats are grateful. They’re grateful for any moment they get to do their chosen work, and call it play. And, in the meantime, they work to get even better.
Get Born to Run, by Bruce Springsteen here. An amazing read. The kind you savour.
I hope you’ll have another brilliant writing week. Cheers to you. Mel