Then there was Thursday

Several errands/appointments accomplished today, and though it was overcast, it was nice to be out in temperatures that aren’t brutal, especially when reading messages from family all over the country who’ve been getting it so much worse than we have in Texas (like in Colorado, Wisconsin, Utah–though the snowboarder likes it–and New Jersey) .

Speaking of New Jersey…

I’ll go ahead and put this here as the music I’ve been listening to for the last few days of writing that may continue into my first crack at the manuscript tomorrow (tomorrow’s photo is reserved for whatever theme Photo Friday throws at us).

All Bruce Springsteen: Born to Run; Darkness on the Edge of Town; Human Touch; Lucky Town; Greatest Hits; The Ghost of Tom Joad; The Rising; Magic; Working On a Dream; and Western Stars.

This doesn’t include my drowned albums Nebraska, Dancing In The Dark, The River, and Born In The USA, all of which WILL need to come back to me in some format. Bruce always feels uniquely mine in a way few other artists do. I found him at the beginning of his recording career on my own, no recommendations or friend influences, thanks to Greetings From Asbury Park, N.J., and I believed in his gifts long before anyone I knew got on board. The time when The River was new and I listened to it nonstop included an ex I’d rather forget, with whom I also saw Bruce in concert. Bruce is way more powerful than bad memories and poor judgment.

One time when I was at Half Acre Wood, I discovered that Lynne has a great live set on vinyl that I’ll find used at a sane price some day. I was dazzled when I wrote to it on one of my visits.

There’s nobody like Bruce.

A fun dedication between characters: “Let’s Be Friends.”

ETA on 1/19: After finishing up my Bruce collection, I just hit “Place Order Now.” I’ll soon have the Bruce Springsteen I lost and several I never owned. Art that brings me this kind of joy and comfort is so worth it.