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When Bruce Springsteen went back on the road in 1984, he opened every
show by shouting out, one, two, one, two, three, four, followed by
the droning synth chords of Born in the U.S.A. Max Weinberg hit
his drums with a two-fisted physicality that cut through the swelling
chords. With a rolled-up red kerchief around his head and heavy black
boots under his faded jeans, Springsteen looked like the character of
the song, and from the very first line (Born down in a dead man's
town) he sang with the throat-scraping desperation of a man with his
back against the wall. When he reached the crucial lines, though, the
guitars and bass dropped out and Weinberg switched to just the hi-hat.
Springsteen's voice grew a bit more private and reluctant as he sang,
Nowhere to run. Nowhere to go. It was as if he weren't sure if
this were an admission of defeat or the drawing of a line in the sand.
But when the band came crashing back at full strength building a
crescendo that fell apart in the cacophony of Springsteen's and
Weinberg's wild soloing, paused and then came together again in the
determined, marching riff it was clear that the singer was ready to
make a stand.
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When Bruce Springsteen went back on the road in 1984, he opened every
show by shouting out, one, two, one, two, three, four, followed by
the droning synth chords of Born in the U.S.A. Max Weinberg hit
his drums with a two-fisted physicality that cut through the swelling
chords. With a rolled-up red kerchief around his head and heavy black
boots under his faded jeans, Springsteen looked like the character of
the song, and from the very first line (Born down in a dead man's
town) he sang with the throat-scraping desperation of a man with his
back against the wall. When he reached the crucial lines, though, the
guitars and bass dropped out and Weinberg switched to just the hi-hat.
Springsteen's voice grew a bit more private and reluctant as he sang,
Nowhere to run. Nowhere to go. It was as if he weren't sure if
this were an admission of defeat or the drawing of a line in the sand.
But when the band came crashing back at full strength building a
crescendo that fell apart in the cacophony of Springsteen's and
Weinberg's wild soloing, paused and then came together again in the
determined, marching riff it was clear that the singer was ready to
make a stand.
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