{"id":892,"date":"2008-06-02T12:04:06","date_gmt":"2008-06-02T17:04:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php\/index.php\/2008\/06\/02\/nothing-is-forgotten-or-forgiven\/"},"modified":"2011-11-06T15:49:39","modified_gmt":"2011-11-06T21:49:39","slug":"nothing-is-forgotten-or-forgiven","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/?p=892","title":{"rendered":"Nothing Is Forgotten Or Forgiven"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Today is the thirtieth anniversary of the release of my favorite album of the rock and roll era, <em>Darkness On The Edge Of Town.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.recordsale.de\/cdpix\/b\/bruce_springsteen-darkness_on_the_edge_of_town.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Thirty years?  Ooof.<\/p>\n<p>Here&#8217;s <a href=\"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/archives\/007419.html\">what I wrote two years ago<\/a> &#8211; a piece I&#8217;m still kinda proud of:<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;-<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<h3 class=\"title\">Tonight My Baby And Me Are Gonna Ride To The Sea<\/h3>\n<p>It was 28 years ago today that <em>Darkness on the Edge of Town<\/em> came out.<\/p>\n<p>For the past 25 or so years, it&#8217;s been my favorite album of all time.<\/p>\n<p>Everyone remembers <em>Born to Run<\/em>, a timeless procession of suicide machines and old girlfriends and happy-go-lucky petty thugs and dresses flying in the wind and visionaries in parking lots dancing to late-night radio to the light of nearby billboards.<\/p>\n<p><em>Darkness <\/em>is the album for when the cruising&#8217;s over, and you have to grow up and live your life for real.<\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s a reason the album has stuck with me for almost thirty years &#8211; and why so many Bruce fans say that it, rather than <em>Born to Run<\/em> or <em>The River<\/em> or <em>Nebraska<\/em>, is their favorite Springsteen record.<\/p>\n<p>There has never been a better record written about isolation &#8211; personal, geographical, cultural, and emotional &#8211; ever. Which may be why it resonated so much for a kid for North Dakota who desperately wanted to be <em>elsewhere<\/em>. In fact, &#8220;the Promised Land&#8221; is about exactly that:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>On a rattlesnake speedway in the Utah desert<br \/>\nI pick up my money and head back into town<br \/>\nDriving cross the Waynesboro county line<br \/>\nI got the radio on and I&#8217;m just killing time<br \/>\nWorking all day in my daddy&#8217;s garage<br \/>\nDriving all night chasing some mirage<br \/>\nPretty soon little girl I&#8217;m gonna take charge<\/p>\n<p>CHORUS<br \/>\nThe dogs on Main Street howl<br \/>\n&#8217;cause they understand<br \/>\nIf I could take one moment into my hands<br \/>\nMister I ain&#8217;t a boy, no I&#8217;m a man<br \/>\nAnd I believe in a promised land<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Foreigner and Black Sabbath never wrote about being stuck in a small town, bored out of your skull. I was sold.<\/p>\n<p>The first cut, &#8220;Badlands&#8221;, is a decoy; it&#8217;s almost &#8220;Born to Run&#8221;-ish, with its gleefully-sloppy guitar\/sax interplay, big beat (almost danceable, by Springsteen standards) and exhortation that &#8220;it ain&#8217;t no sin to be glad you&#8217;re alive&#8221;. But after &#8220;Badlands&#8221; it&#8217;s clear &#8211; being glad you&#8217;re alive is no sin, but it&#8217;s something you gotta work for. &#8220;Adam Raised a Cain&#8221;, a brutal, plodding dirge, raises the ante; you can be glad you&#8217;re alive, but your past wants its due:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>&#8220;Daddy worked his whole life for nothing but the pain<br \/>\nNow he walks these empty rooms looking for something to blame<br \/>\nYou inherit the sins, you inherit the flames<br \/>\nAdam raised a Cain&#8230;<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>&#8220;Something in the Night&#8221; reads like an obituary to the teenage dream; like an almost-thirty-year-old is driving down the same route he covered ten years earlier &#8211; maybe the route &#8220;through the mansions of glory&#8221;, for all we know.<\/p>\n<p>But he&#8217;s alone, this time:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>I&#8217;m riding down Kingsley,<br \/>\nfiguring I&#8217;ll get a drink<br \/>\nTurn the radio up loud,<br \/>\nso I don&#8217;t have to think,<br \/>\nI take her to the floor,<br \/>\nlooking for a moment when the world<br \/>\nseems right,<br \/>\nAnd I tear into the guts,<br \/>\nof something in the night.<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Well nothing is forgotten or forgiven,<br \/>\nwhen it&#8217;s your last time around,<br \/>\nand I&#8217;ve got stuff running &#8217;round my head,<br \/>\nthat I can&#8217;t live down&#8230;<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>So it&#8217;s been 28 years since I first heard the record, and about a quarter century since it&#8217;s been among my 2-3 favorite records ever. For me, it&#8217;s been a long stretch; a couple of careers, two and a half kids, a marriage that splintered like a Wal-mart dining room set, and a few dreams along the way that had to get wrapped up and put away for later, whenever &#8220;Later&#8221; is.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<blockquote><p>And at the end of it all &#8211; on the title and final cut on the album, the slow, mournful &#8220;Darkness on the Edge of Town&#8221; &#8211; a late-night tale by a guy who staked a big chunk of his life on a losing bet, a song that sounds like 4AM after a long bender, about the time when resignation gells into resolve:<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<blockquote>\n<blockquote><p>Well, they&#8217;re still racing out at The Trestles<br \/>\nbut that blood never burned in her veins.<br \/>\nI hear she&#8217;s got a house out on Fairview, now,<br \/>\nand a style she&#8217;s trying to maintain&#8230;<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>He&#8217;s been there. He&#8217;s thought about it.<\/p>\n<p>He&#8217;s done:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Well, some folks are born into a good life,<br \/>\nand other folks get it anyway, anyhow.<br \/>\nAnd I lost my money and I lost my wife,<br \/>\nThem things don&#8217;t seem to matter much to me now.<br \/>\nTonight I&#8217;ll be on that hill &#8217;cause I can&#8217;t stop<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll be on that hill with everything I got<br \/>\nWhere the lives are on the line, where dreams are found and lost,<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll be there on time and I&#8217;ll pay the cost<br \/>\nFor wanting things that can only be found<br \/>\nin the darkness on the edge of town&#8230;<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>The album has stayed with me like none of Springsteen&#8217;s other records &#8211; partly because I associate it so closely with that part of my adolescence when I was just starting to figure out who I was and where I belonged, but mostly because it&#8217;s about things that are pretty timeless.<\/p>\n<p>It aint&#8217; no sin to be glad you&#8217;re alive. It&#8217;s also something you have to earn:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Well everybody&#8217;s got a hunger,<br \/>\na hunger they can&#8217;t resist.<br \/>\nThere&#8217;s so much that you want,<br \/>\nyou deserve much more than this.<br \/>\nWell, if dreams came true, aw, wouldn&#8217;t that be nice?<br \/>\nBut this aint&#8217; no dream, we&#8217;re living all through the night.<br \/>\nYou want it? You take it, you pay the price&#8230;<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>So earn it.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;-<\/p>\n<p>The other day, area blogger and fellow Bruuuuce fan <a href=\"http:\/\/thenightwriterblog.powerblogs.com\/\">Nightwriter<\/a> left <a href=\"#comment-32336\">this comment<\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>I remember a friend of mine and I staying up til midnight at the end of term in \u201878 to hear the college radio station play the long-awaited new album on its release day. After all the anticipation I found it rather anti-climatic. I didn\u2019t really like the album the first time through; there didn\u2019t seem to be the \u201cBTR\u201d or \u201cRosalita\u201d type anthem or a real party song. After the last cut finished my buddy asked me what I thought. I said it sounded as if Bruce had traded the city streets for the highways. I mean, how did he get from \u201cE Street\u201d to \u201ca rattlesnake speedway in the Utah desert\u201d? Didn\u2019t stop me from buying it, of course, and it did grow on me.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>I&#8217;ve found that to be true with a lot of music; a lot of my favorite albums ever &#8211; <em>London Calling, Empty Glass, Tunnel of Love, Exile on Main Street, Pleased To Meet Me, Poor Man&#8217;s Son<\/em> and probably quite a few others &#8211; didn&#8217;t <em>totally <\/em>grab me right out of the gate.  Oh, there were songs I liked on each right out of the sleeve &#8211; but it took a while for things to really insinuate themselves into my brain, and deeper.<\/p>\n<p>And while it&#8217;s been a long, long time since I first heard it, some of my favorites on <em>Darkness <\/em>today are the ones I skipped past when I was in high school.  Oh, things like &#8220;Badlands&#8221;, &#8220;The Promised Land&#8221; and &#8220;Prove It All Night&#8221; grabbed me in my adolescent gut, but I remember thinking &#8220;Racing In The Street&#8221; was a lab project to cram in as many traditional &#8220;Springsteen&#8221; cliches &#8211; cars, girls, driving, the shore &#8211; into one song as possible.  My friend Rich actually broke out laughing when he first heard the song&#8217;s opening verse&#8230;:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><em>I got a &#8217;69 Chevy with a 396, fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor.<br \/>\nShe&#8217;s waiting tonight down in the parking lot behind the 7\/11 store.<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>&#8230;and, truth be told, I couldn&#8217;t really object.  Not then, anyway.  It took me years, and a lot of life, to really figure that one out.<\/p>\n<p>Which may be why I love this album so much, more even than any other Springsteen album (and I love so much of <em>that<\/em> to begin with); there&#8217;s just as much there for me now as there was when I was 17.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today is the thirtieth anniversary of the release of my favorite album of the rock and roll era, Darkness On The Edge Of Town. Thirty years? Ooof. Here&#8217;s what I wrote two years ago &#8211; a piece I&#8217;m still kinda proud of: &#8212;&#8212;&#8212;- Tonight My Baby And Me Are Gonna Ride To The Sea It [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6,14],"tags":[172],"class_list":["post-892","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mitch","category-music","tag-springsteen"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/892","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=892"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/892\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":24257,"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/892\/revisions\/24257"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=892"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=892"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=892"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}