Song of the Day #4,852: ‘The Angel’ – Bruce Springsteen

‘The Angel’ is a quiet piano ballad that kicks off side two of Bruce Springsteen’s debut album, 1973’s Greetings From Asbury Park, N.J. Half of the album’s tracks featured a full band while half were performed solo, this one being an obvious example of the latter.

Springsteen was very proud of the song and (for some reason) vowed never to play it live, though he caved and played it in a London show in the mid-90s, then again as part of a live performance of the full Greetings album in 2009.

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Song of the Day #4,122: ‘Spirit in the Night’ – Bruce Springsteen

Last week I featured a song from Bruce Springsteen’s 1973 album The Wild, the Innocent and the E-Street Shuffle. That classic album was Bruce’s sophomore effort, and amazingly he had released his debut the very same year.

In January of 1973, Springsteen hit the scene with Greetings From Asbury Park, NJ, an ambitious collection of wordy Dylan-esque folk songs sped up and set to a beat. Right out of the gate, Springsteen cast himself as a sensitive poet for working class dreamers, a mantle he would carry for more than five decades.

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Song of the Day #3,438: ‘Blinded By the Light’ – Bruce Springsteen

‘Blinded By the Light’ is the first track on the first album by Bruce Springsteen, kicking off 1972’s Greetings From Asbury Park, NJ with a burst of folk-rock word salad. It was also the first single he released, though it didn’t perform very well.

Not until the British rock group Manfred Mann’s Earth Band got a hold of it, anyway.

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Song of the Day #1,228: ‘Growin’ Up’ – Bruce Springsteen

I enjoyed my three-week dive into Tom Petty’s discography so much that I’ve decided to give it another shot with an American rocker whose star shines even brighter — Mr. Bruce Springsteen. As with Petty, I’ll dedicate a week at a time to The Boss with unrelated weeks in-between.

I’ve never been as big a Bruce Springsteen fan as I feel I should be, if that makes any sense. I love everything of his that I own and quite a bit that I don’t own as well, and by all rights he should be up there with the Elvis Costellos of the world in my estimation. The reason he isn’t — or at least isn’t yet — is that I’ve never taken the time to really explore his early work.

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