Where were you when you first heard ""Born To Run"?

Grand Rapids, MI.  A good friend who was a year ahead and in college pulled up in his car, held up the album, and said, “you gotta hear these guys!”

I was attracted to the hard hitting, no BS, upbeat sound of the band, The Big Man’s” horn, and the working man’s lyrics.  They sounded exactly like what they intended to be, everybody’s favorite hard working bar band from Jersey, and a guaranteed good time if you rolled up on their show with a hot date in your hot rod.

Unfortunately, at least for me, the stuff that came after just didn’t have the same appeal. 

Driving in my car where all Bruce should be played.  Reminds me of the Ray Davies joke.  He asked an interviewer to ask him what he thought about Bruce Springsteen.  His response was, I don’t drive.  Great joke.  I love Bruce especially his early stuff.  

Likely turned it off. I absolutely cannot stand Stinkstein. He's also a Commie lefty.

Those were the discovery days when music ruled. I had a friend who went apeship over Bruce but I struggled with his "voice", of all things. I went to one of his concerts with friends just because it was a concert and ended up enjoying the show. Saw him three more times in concert after that, including his Born in the USA tour stop in Leeds, UK. I grew to love "Candy's Room", and always yelled for him to play it in concert but they never did - assume it was because the persistent drums would have tired Max out as their shows were quite long and required them to be in shape to handle it.

The only album that "freaked me out" when I first heard it was Nine Inch Nails; Pretty Hate Machine. I was in the back seat of a car and it was likely the first time I heard anything near "audiophile quality" music. The music was so clear and had nothing to do with the sound system. While I never really liked any NIN albums after that, what Trent Reznor did with "sound" at that time was revolutionary. It was a welcome to digital moment for me.

My dad’s shop. He had a Tandberg R2R and had copied a friend’s LP. Blasted it all day long. My dad turned me on to a lot of great music. I can still remember sweeping up the floor playing air guitar with the broom.