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Dancing in the Dark:
Bruce Springsteen & the Betrayal of Blue-Collar America

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Lights out tonight
Trouble in the heartland . . .

–“Badlands” (1978)

I was sold on Springsteen the moment I first heard the mournful wail of his harmonica as he began to sing “The River”:

I come from down in the valley
Where mister when you’re young
They bring you up to do like your daddy done
Me and Mary we met in high school
When she was just seventeen
We’d ride out of this valley down to where the fields were green
We’d go down to the river
And into the river we’d dive
Oh down to the river we’d ride

I sat transfixed before the television, watching this thin young man from the New Jersey shoreline standing alone before the microphone, arms dangling in a crumpled sports jacket, black slacks twitching, his reedy voice trembling with emotion as he poured out his heart on the floodlit stage:

I got a job working construction for the Johnstown Company
But lately there ain’t been much work on account of the economy
Now all them things that seemed so important
Well Mister they vanished right into the air
Now I just act like I don’t remember
Mary acts like she don’t care

But I remember us riding in my brother’s car
Her body tan and wet down at the reservoir
At night on them banks I’d lie awake
And pull her close just to feel each breath she’d take
Now those memories come back to haunt me
They haunt me like a curse
Is a dream a lie if it don’t come true
Or is it something worse?

These were powerful lyrics that immediately resonated with someone like myself, surrounded as I was by a rapidly deindustrializing economy, a region that had just witnessed the gates to its coal mines being locked forever, its steelworks scrapped and factories boarded up along the length and breadth of valley towns that were choked with squalid, back-to-back housing. These were whole communities built on fossil fuels with long traditions of manufacturing, much like those Springsteen describes in his 1995 song “Youngstown”:

Taconite coke and limestone
Fed my children and make my pay
Them smokestacks reachin’ like the arms of God
Into a beautiful sky of soot and clay

Here in Youngstown
Here in Youngstown
Sweet Jenny I’m sinkin’ down
Here darlin’ in Youngstown 

Because that was my world, too, once lit by blast furnaces like lanterns in the sky, which had now been turned into a post-industrial wilderness of skeleton machinery that filled my horizon like dead dinosaurs, along with bleak, stone-clad, two-up-two-down homes, nestled in the bald shadow of denuded hills. These were one-horse towns filled with somnambulist mothers haunted by memories of an avalanche of black slurry that buried their kids, and the faint tint of oil and asbestos forever hovering in the cold, damp wind.

So when I dropped the needle on the vinyl and heard this American kid scream:

Badlands, you gotta live it every day
Let the broken hearts stand
As the price you’ve gotta pay
We’ll keep pushin’ till it’s understood
And these badlands start treating us good

. . . or later when, at the height of his commercial success, framed by the stars and stripes and with a red cap sticking out of the rear pocket of his jeans, I listened to him screech:

Born down in a dead man’s town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
End up like a dog that’s been beat too much
Till you spend half your life just covering up

I thought he was singing about me and people like me, as well as those born and bred in the American rust belt and the flyover states, living without privilege and the advantage of affirmative action programs. These are working men and women paid by the hour, who make their way by having to save every day to get an education, pay the rent, keep up with the mortgage, and make good on the down payment for the car. Like Steinbeck’s Tom Joad, who Springsteen penned a eulogy for in the mid ‘90s, these folks were falling victim to the vulture capitalism of rampant globalization that the songster speaks of in the lines:

Shelter line stretching ’round the corner
Welcome to the new world order
Families sleeping in the cars in the southwest
No home, no job, no peace, no rest

And I got angry and wanted to rebel. Hand in hand with my girl, walking down rain-splattered, shuttered streets, I would whistle to the tunes Springsteen played:

In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway nine,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected, and steppin’ out over the line
H-Oh, Baby this town rips the bones from your back
It’s a death trap, it’s a suicide rap
We gotta get out while we’re young
‘Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run

Both of us were deluding ourselves that “[t]ogether we could break this trap, we’ll run till we drop, baby we’ll never go back.” We were living in a mirage of images The Boss concocted from a patchwork of hackneyed Americana: “The screen door slams, Mary’s dress waves, like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays (“Thunder Road”) . . . Wendy, let me in, I wanna be your friend, I want to guard your dreams and visions, just wrap your legs ’round these velvet rims, and strap your hands ‘cross my engines (“Born to Run”) . . . And the hungry and the hunted, explode into rock ‘n’ roll bands, that face off against each other out in the street, down in Jungleland” (“Jungleland”).

These were youthful fantasies of the mythical American dream that climaxed in the biting sarcasm of “The Promised Land”:

I’ve done my best to live the right way
I get up every morning and go to work each day
But your eyes go blind and your blood runs cold
Sometimes I feel so weak I just want to explode
Explode and tear this whole town apart
Take a knife and cut this pain from my heart
Find somebody itching for something to start

And that is how I felt, too. I had been expelled from school and had empty hours on my hands, watching the down-bound trains go by, and listening to the old boys in the run-down bars and workingmen’s clubs talking about their glory days – the last few manual laborers with meaningful jobs, who were working on the highway by laying down the blacktop. I would sit next to Caroline in the Queens, sipping black coffee and smoking Marlboros, fantasizing about being Sissy Spacek and Martin Sheen from Terence Malik’s 1973 movie Badlands. I would flick through the pages of Kerouac’s On the Road and try to pretend we understood the hidden meanings behind William Burroughs’s Cities of the Red Night and The Place of Dead Roads, while getting off to Carl Orff’s “Gassenhauer,” and the sparse, strummed melancholia of Springsteen’s 1982 album, Nebraska, whose title track was a blood-curdling nihilistic yell of murderous intent:

Saw her standin’ on her front lawn just twirlin’ her baton
Me and her went for a ride sir and ten innocent people died

From the town of Lincoln Nebraska with a sawed-off .410 on my lap
Through to the badlands of Wyoming I killed everything in my path

I can’t say that I’m sorry for the things that we done
At least for a little while sir, me and her we had us some fun

And given the disposition of his blue-collar constituency and the harsh economic and cultural storms they have weathered for decades, one can imagine my disappointment when I noticed the ever-increasing proliferation in Springsteen’s songs of Dylanesque side-bars into the realms of virtue-signaling and political correctness. Where, I asked myself, were my guru’s words of condemnation for the pandemic of black-on-white crime sweeping the country; the deterioration of cities like Baltimore and Detroit to Sierra Leone-level civilizational standards; the off-shoring of millions of factory jobs to places like Mexico and the trade imbalances with cheating China; the apartheid of affirmative action; Hillary Clinton’s election machine playing fast and loose with the basic tenets of democracy; and the excesses of MS-13.

Instead of highlighting the death of women like Kate Steinle, a symbol of the victimization of white womanhood, who was murdered by illegal Hispanic migrants, or the sexual exploitation and rape of children by teenage refugees in Twin Falls, Idaho, Springsteen took the easy route, writing songs about miscegenating veterans in Khe Sahn; Le Bin Son, who had apparently fought side by side with the Americans in Vietnam,  and who is today naturally a hardworking resident of Galveston Bay, being harassed by ignorant whites; and Amadou Diallo, an innocent Guinean immigrant who died when the police shot him forty-one times. Now, the indignant poet was shouting out lines like:

Soon in the bars around the harbor was talk
Of America for Americans
Someone said “You want ’em out, you got to burn ’em out.”
And brought in the Texas Klan 

And:

You’ve got to understand the rules
 If an officer stops you
Promise me you’ll always be polite
And that you’ll never run away
Promise Mama you’ll keep your hands in sight

But what about the “Blue Lives Matter Too” campaign and the forty-five, mainly white, officers killed in the line of duty in the first half of 2018? What about the communities forced to integrate against their will, or the countless lives ruined by cocaine and heroin addiction supplied by Puerto Rican and Colombian drug cartels, or the attacks upon and deplatforming of conservative views?

Springsteen’s myopia does not end there. His Academy award-winning song “The Streets of Philadelphia” became an anthem for Kaposi’s sarcoma-afflicted homosexuals:

Saw my reflection in a window and didn’t know my own face.
Oh brother are you gonna leave me wastin’ away
On the streets of Philadelphia.
  

And, of course, his performances must contain the obligatory nod to Hispanic hipsters like Spanish Johnny, as in one of his earlier songs, “For You”:

Spanish Johnny drove in from the underworld last night
With bruised arms and broken rhythm and a beat-up old Buick but dressed just like dynamite
He tried sellin’ his heart to the hard girls over on easy Street
But they said, Johnny, it falls apart so easy, and you know hearts these days are cheap
And the pimps swung their axes and said, Johnny, you’re a cheater
And the pimps swung their axes and said, Johnny, you’re a liar
And from out of the shadows came a young girl’s voice
Said, Johnny, don’t cry
Puerto Rican Jane, oh, won’t you tell me, what’s your name?
I want to drive you down to the other side of town
Where paradise ain’t so crowded and there’ll be action goin’ down on Shanty Lane tonight
All the golden-heeled fairies in a real bitch-fight . . .

And let’s not forget those exotic Latina beauties in “Rosalita Come Out Tonight”:

Rosalita, jump a little higher
Senorita, come sit by my fire
I just want to be your lover, ain’t no liar
Oh Baby, you’re my stone desire

Can he not hear the calls from the deplorables of “Lock her Up!” and “Build the wall!” resounding in the packed auditoriums every time Trump takes to the stump? Is there any room in his edgy repertoire for condemnation of the sexual predations of Bill Clinton, Harvey Weinstein, and Bill Cosby, or the fact that his welfare-dependent Rosalitas are dropping anchor babies that are bankrupting California, or that his Jennys, Marys, and Wendys are something like twenty-five times more likely to be raped by a black than a white man?

So much for The Boss’s The Deer Hunter and The Indian Runner movie optics; or for inspiring Tennessee Jones’s Deliver Me from Nowhere; or for his subliminal references to Cormac McCarthy’s classic 1979 novel Suttree in lines such as, “But there are no absolutes in human misery and things can always get worse.”

And indeed, they do. Springsteen played at a pro-Clinton rally in front of thirty-thousand people in Philadelphia on the eve of her election runoff with Trump. He later told Variety, “Yeah, I thought she would have made an excellent president, and I still feel that way, so I was glad to do it.” He said this about a woman who had been hoovering up foreign blood money for the blatantly corrupt Clinton Foundation while supposedly acting as Secretary of State in the Obama administration, and whose flagrantly poor judgment led to the deaths of senior America diplomats and security personnel in Benghazi in 2012.

Surely, in an America where the people who founded and built the nation are on course to be demographically replaced within decades, such a visceral reality must generate enough material for an ingenious songwriter like Springsteen to produce a double-length protest album, rich in social observation, racial and cultural critique, and lyrical hyperbole to match his signature tunes like “Born to Run” and “Born in the USA.” But we all know that is not going to happen, because to even think such things is to “step over the line.”

And he would never do that, schooled as he is in the commercial red-lines laid down by Sony’s CEO, Rob Stringer, the winner of the United Jewish Appeal-Federation of Jewish Philanthropies of New York’s Music Visionary Award, a foundation which is dedicated to “strengthening Jewish communities in New York, in Israel, and around the world.”

So, Bruce, I say to you, you may be a footlights star, charging eight hundred dollars per ticket for your nostalgic ramblings about an America that is fast disappearing in your Broadway talk-shows, but to a discerning admirer like myself, someone who judges a performer not just by his talent, but also by his artistic integrity and honesty in reflecting a society as it truly is and not as some people would have us believe, you fall way short, and are just a shill and a cuck dancing in the dark.

16 Comments

  1. Ty
    Posted February 3, 2019 at 11:36 am | Permalink

    I liked “Badlands” and all, but was overall never too impressed with BOS. If you like the working class woes type of thing, I’ll suggest to you this cover by the immortal Nazareth, below. It is definitely better than anything Bruce or John Melonhead ever put out:

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KfPZXijJKNw

  2. Redneck farmer
    Posted January 27, 2019 at 1:27 pm | Permalink

    Fred Goodman’s Mansion On The Hill has some interesting comments about Springsteen.

  3. Archie Bunker
    Posted January 27, 2019 at 11:16 am | Permalink

    It’s hard to make the case of The Boss’ “betrayal” of the White American working class if he never really stood up for them in the first place. A shame too, as he was able to convey a pathos that was deeply resonating.

    The line from The River (“I went down to the river, even though I know the river is dry”), appears in the final chorus of the song, and could be seen as an allegory for modern day America. At one point in history, America was a place that provided the opportunity for growth and sustenance. But now that river has long gone dry, but still we return to its banks, hoping for a renewal that never comes.

  4. Achilles Wannabe
    Posted January 26, 2019 at 8:37 pm | Permalink

    Well said. But I always thought Springsteen was an obvious phony, Actually his best album was his 2nd – the E Street Shuffle – which romanticized the Latin hipsters. But at that point in time, multiculturalism couldn’t make him rich and famous so he switched to a kind of pseudo empathy for the white working class. Back then liberal reviewers were capable of a paternalist condescension towards the white uneducated.. Later they hoped they would die and decrease the surplus population. In the interval, Bruce made a killing

    • Blue Orphan
      Posted January 27, 2019 at 4:28 pm | Permalink

      Bruce’s second album was said to have inspired Phil Lynott to write The Boys Are Back in Town for Thin Lizzy. If that’s true, it’s just like with Lynott’s great cover of “Rosalie,” by Bob Seger. A mulatto Irishman was responsible for some of our best rock music. Lynott cared more for Ireland and America than the Irish and Americans do nowadays.

      • Achilles Wannabe
        Posted January 27, 2019 at 9:05 pm | Permalink

        News. Thanks

  5. Mad Celt
    Posted January 25, 2019 at 7:33 pm | Permalink

    Springsteen was a mallrat. He shopped for a persona, found one that propelled him to the mainstream then abandoned it when it fell out of vogue. The guy has never been genuine, after all he’s in the business of selling an image, and since his image was fake it wasn’t going to last. He never betrayed anyone because he was never part and parcel of his working class persona. That was show businesses version of the Members Only jacket.

  6. Hot Cages in Vietnam
    Posted January 24, 2019 at 6:50 pm | Permalink

    It was good that you included “H-Oh” in the lyrics to his best-known song. The delivery of that interjection is so dramatic that it makes the song. The other lyrics, no matter how good, are inconsequential to that moment. Was Bruce a rocker or a Broadway musical actor? Both. The Broadway part always bothered me a bit, though. But the H-Oh part shows the best of both those worlds and made him a star.

  7. Razvan
    Posted January 24, 2019 at 2:36 pm | Permalink

    Thank you for the refreshed memories. I loved “Born in the USA” LP. Bruce Springsteen and The E Street Band.
    It was 1987, of course not born in the USA, but the music and the lyrics impressed me. It’s an entire story how I got that vinyl record in my country. Also, how difficult it was to translate the lyrics searching in my bilingual dictionary.
    At 14 I already knew how to use a lathe, we were living in a small and really poor town. Somehow I felt that the music was for me too.

    When Streets of Philadelphia appeared, I knew the music was good but couldn’t understand what really happened with Springsteen. I felt betrayed. How he could switch the sides so easily. I thought he was for the working, honest, good people trying to make a living. Suddenly, Springsteen sung about AIDS people and that was wrong, superficial, if not stupid. Inadmissible.

    There are some people that will do anything for money, and these people know perfectly where the money are. They are not crying about the hard working people. They cry about themselves, about how hard and nasty would be to do some real work. Say hard work, and they’ll start to play the blues, cry a river, something.
    Funny how they become working class heroes. It raises some questions.

  8. SR Scott
    Posted January 24, 2019 at 1:13 pm | Permalink

    At least he’s better than Billy Bragg.

    /sarc

  9. Ragga
    Posted January 24, 2019 at 12:07 pm | Permalink

    Yeah, he says in his new Netflix Broadway show, he’s never even been in a factory. Though I love many of his tunes, he’s for rich people. At least his live shows are. An average blue collar dude now a days would rather listen to Metallica, or something like that.

  10. Spencer J. Quinn
    Posted January 24, 2019 at 9:05 am | Permalink

    Dammit, I wish I had written this.

    The quote you include starting with “Spanish Johnny…” comes from the song “Incident on 57th Street” from “Wild & Innocent”, not “For You” which is from “Greetings”.

    BTW, find a bootleg version of “For You” from the early 70s (pre-Born to Run) with Bruce on solo piano. It’s majestic. In the same concert he plays a cover of Dylan’s “I Want You” which blows the original away. I think he also has an early version of “Thunder Road” on that bootleg in which the chick’s name is Angelina, not Mary. Sorry, can’t remember the date and concert venue.

    As for Bruce being such a cuck, he operates from the default that all the worst bad guys and most of the privileged people in the world today are white. The word “they” ominously appears all over “Darkness on the Edge of Town” referring to the rich people who crush the souls of the working class families he grew up with. These are white people. For instance, the people bossing his dad around and made him go deaf in “Factory” are assumed to be white. Despite being a genius for pop music, Springsteen is not mentally deft enough to pivot and realize the whites are really in danger today. And because he is so popular and wealthy he doesn’t see the need to change anything.

    It’s sad and I will never spend a red cent on any Springsteen-related product ever again. But at least he did give us some beautiful music. I blasted “New York Serenade” after reading your article. Absolutely nothing like it.

  11. Vegetius
    Posted January 24, 2019 at 8:23 am | Permalink

    My understanding is that the man never actually worked a day in his life, much less stepped foot inside a factory.

  12. Travis LeBlanc
    Posted January 24, 2019 at 7:34 am | Permalink

    I really can’t stand Bruce Springsteen. You can’t claim to be a working class hero if actual working class people can not afford to go to your shows.

    Springsteen is a circus monkey and what he does is the equivalent of a minstrel show. Instead of blackface, he puts on “white working class face”. Then he goes out and dances a little white working class jig for elites that can afford to drop a couple thousand dollars for 3 hours of entertainment. The guy has been a millionaire for many times longer than he was ever punching a time card.
    I’m not sure actual white working class people even like Springsteen’s music. The actual white working class likes hard rock, Led Zeppelin and Van Halen. Maybe Pink Floyd or Beatles to chill out. Springsteen was overproduced yuppy music.

    But hey, I’m a cynical Gen X-er. I understand he did some decent stuff in the 70’s but that was before my time. By the time I came around and learned of his existence, he was already dabbling in synthpop. He’s just sucked all of my life.

    • Posted January 24, 2019 at 6:23 pm | Permalink

      Well put Mr LeBlanc.

      Let’s not mistake excreted dirges for actual music because we were born in a cultural dung-heap and it’s hard to be detached when one lives amidst it. Most if not all of this crap is pedaled for big profits, and always was – the whole ‘Woodstock Nation’, ‘Generation 68’ phony rebels; SDS, Beatles, psychedelia.

      Jerry Rubin did the logical thing for all of this lot and became a stock broker. Today, Danny the Red finds the Yellow Vests frightening because it’s an actual people’s revolt, and they are attacked by Antifa.

      The whole ‘youth rebel’ thing, and its crappy music,originally promoted by Warner/Atlantic has been both politically and economically at the service of Wall Street and/or the CIA. It’s something ‘Generation Identity’ has realized, and they’re totally right.

  13. Bernie
    Posted January 24, 2019 at 7:18 am | Permalink

    I went through a brief phase of liking Bruce Springsteen about 30 years ago, He does have some good songs but is a complete hypocrite. He claims to be against racism and for the American working man. Yet he campaigned against Props 209 and 187 in California and has never spoken for whites victimized by racism or globalism.

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