When I was at teacher’s college in the seventies once a week they would have a record stall set up in the hallways where they were sell American imports. Teachers college had a girl/ boy ratio of 15 to 1. One lunchtime a group of girls were poring over the cover of a new release. The artist was Bruce Springsteen. The album was Born to Run. The girls thought he was a sex god.
On Sunday nights there would be a radio show that just played album tracks. I would listen to the show religiously while doing homework or reading. But one night they played this amazing track that seemed to last forever but finished quickly. It put you right smack into the heart of New York. It was Jungleland from the Born To Run album. It changed the kind of music I wanted to listen to. I was trying to get into Bowie's white soul stage but it just wasn't working out and glam had faded away. This was just too good. It was the same time I was getting into Dylan so the two just came together. It was soon after this I wrote my first song.
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