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I pass an interstellar cloud of nebulous gas as I watch a galaxy form. There is a vacuum-like silence that instills the unending cosmos around me with a sense of awe and purpose as eternity gathers to watch the birth of its newest member. Thousands of aeons pass as the gasses expand and detract in a dance of infinity, yet it is all over in the blink of an eye. Mother Universe groans as a galaxy passes through her canal and in one last cry of exhaustion and pain, heaves the newborn star system from her body. An explosion ignites the celestial voids. Life.
A small boy with genitals roughly the shape and texture of a cheetoh, perhaps mangled by a horrible fire, stands atop an irregular crag in the sea underneath an azure sky of sapphire blue. His long jheri curls blow in front of his eyes but do not distract him from the task at hand. In front of him sits a keyboard and perhaps a dream. Perhaps it is a whim that compels the boy, or perhaps destiny. He places his hands on the keyboard and closes his eyes as a cacophany of dischord and melody clash and then ebb, repeating for all eternity. Around him spiral the cosmos; he has achieved perfect equillibrium.
Bruce Springsteen creates more than just music in Who is Bruce Springsteen. No, it is a disservice to call his Frankenstein creation of pitch and resonance and sonancy music; to do so would belittle it. No, Springsteen has created something so much more than mere music, something that goes beyond a catchy song or a thoughtful melody. It is almost juvenile to compare Who is Bruce Springsteen with music. Doing that is like comparing a turd with a sunset. No, this album goes beyond petty classification and even the most concerted effort to brand this with words or a title is simply commentary on the feebleness of the human mind.
Who is Bruce Springsteen is surely the crowning jewel in Springsteen's discography, a collection of soundscapes that span over 3 decades of his work. Yet none of Springsteen's projects have ever been so soul-renderingly powerful or insightful. Bruce opens himself up to the world, exposing his guts for the cosmos to gaze at. But Bruce is more than just a man, he is something that goes beyond our comprehension. The clarity with which he encapsulates all of humanity in his music is an understanding of mankind that we will never attain. He delves into the human psyche on more than just a spiritual or psychological level, but something else.
Springsteen's only failure is that he could not lend us his mind longer. Who is Bruce Springsteen is a glimpse through the keyhole of time at Lucrecia, Sophia, Mary, but just as you open the door she is gone. When it is over you are left to bask in the radiance of her shadow, whose substance can even tame the billions. Yet there is a longing underneath the joy, a longing once again for that little boy with the cheetoh shaped genitals and wind-tusseled jheri curls. Whether he wanders or remains on his island in the sea is a mystery, but I have found my home within him.