This is about a Brumance. As a freshman at Ohio University in 1978, walking down the dorm hall, I heard it. A guitar rip that stopped me in my tracks. My RA’s door was open. I asked, “Who’s that?” It was Bruce Springsteen, and it was Born to Run. It was the album, but more importantly to my music future, it was “Born to Run,” the song. I’d heard of him, but didn’t know him. I do now, nearly 40 years later, at least as much as a fan can know someone she’s never met. I’ve … [Read more...]