I refuse to call this fake douche bag "the boss". But, I will call him "Bruce".
Early Bruce aims for that jive-talking NYC vibe. Somewhere around Born to Run, Bruce begins writing about life as lived in Jersey. I worked in Jersey as a driver for three years. I got to see a ton of the state. I love it. I am fascinated by it. The standard urban-suburban--small town-rural structure of America just doesn't fit, for the most part, with Jersey. It mixes everything up. I miss it sometimes. Asbury Park is such an odd place. The ruins of a planned Atlantic City resort dreamy getaway. Maniacally smiling clown faces, paint peeling, on the side of abandoned fun houses. Huge ornate hotels, totally condemned. Then 360 degree HoJo's by the beach. Drag queens roaming the streets. Just perfect and sinister.
Anyway, Bruce has gone through several changes that defy easy classification here. As I said, early shit is NYC jive talking. Some acoustic shit and Glory Days shit is nothing but Landau-created John Ford American myth bullshit which makes him pure Indiana. But, stuff like The Factory, State Trooper, etc. are pure Jersey and Jersey is so complex. He would have to be a dick to fuck up great song material like this and he doesn't. That is his best shit. So, my vote is for (Good) Bruce is a Jersey artist.
― Justin Farrar (Justin Farrar), Friday, 30 April 2004 15:38 (twenty-two years ago)