Bruce Springsteen – Born in the USA
He wasn’t cool. Far from it. Bruce Springsteen was off limits if you were to respect yourself. And the people you had drinks with, to be precise. They call it peer pressure nowadays. It didn’t matter if you were into indie rock or 60’s garage bands or electroclash or whatever alternative else: “The Boss” was out of bounds.
By that time, Bruce was already a rock star performing in stadiums for large crowds. We usually attended gigs with less than a few hundred fans. Even though reasonably, he was still representing the American Dream. When it came to its representation in arts, we could only affirm its imaginative deconstruction. Springsteen looked like a modest, straightforward and honest guy. We craved for the complex, ambiguous, and weird ones.
All things considered, I went against the tide of my alternativa fraternity and bought “Born in the U.S.A.”. Obviously, I was cautious enough not to publicize my subversion. Not to mention, I had far greater problems.
In the spring of 2003 the Americans would invade Iraq. Before long, I would unreservedly join the antiwar march against the stupendous greed of the neocons rallying around George W. Bush. At that point, I believed that we lived in the period of the Bolivarian Revolution of Hugo Chávez, Manu Chao and the Zapatistas.
Needless to say, “The Boss” was a complication. An unexpected error. He was after all the quintessential American hero, an archetype of American, fairly sophisticated, soft power.
That’s how it went, all right: the law of attraction/repulsion, love and strife, Eros & Thanatos ladies and gentlemen.