Iflg. pressemeldingen planlegger han også en ny turné, og spillesteder og -datoer vil bli offentliggjort med det første.
|Bruce Springsteen, 1981 (Foto: © Helge Øverås)|
Det er ikke lett å beskrive hva som gjør Bruce Springsteen så unik og hvorfor så mange lar seg fascinere, men i mine øyne handler det mye om at han er en «komplett» artist og at han har et veldig bevisst forhold til hva han gjør og hvordan han formidler det.
I tillegg til å være en stor låtskriver, tekstforfatter, vokalist og gitarist, har han også en intuitiv forståelse for hvilke elementer som bidrar til å skape store konsertopplevelser, gjenkjennelseseffekt og en følelse av tilhørighet og samhold. Han er dessuten blant dem som har skjønt at rock kan være en livsholdning, et virkemiddel for å oppnå forandring og mye mer enn «pure entertainment»...
Skildringene av vanlige menneskers liv/skjebner og beskrivelser av hvordan vi påvirkes av livets gleder og sorger, vitner om dyp innsikt og forståelse for hvorfor vi er som vi er og hvorfor vi gjør det vi gjør. Hans egen bakgrunn, oppvekst og opplevelse av rock som uttrykksform, gjør at det er lett for mange å identifisere seg med ham og at han ikke har problemer med å identifisere seg med sitt eget publikum.
Det er nok mange som setter pris på at han ikke har glemt hvor han kommer fra og at han både gjennom musikk, tekster og intervjuer har vært flink til å fortelle om det på en åpen, ærlig og usentimental måte. At musikken hans for mange av oss har vært «soundtrack» til uforglemmelige opplevelser i viktige livsfaser, er utvilsomt også en viktig årsak til at det er knyttet helt spesielle følelser til mange av låtene hans :-)
Bono inducts Bruce Springsteen into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame 15.03.1999
«He hasn't done the things most rock stars do. He got rich and famous, but never embarrassed himself with all that success, did he? No drug busts, no blood changes in Switzerland. Even more remarkable, no golfing! No bad hair period, even in the '80s. No wearing of dresses in videos... No embarrassing movie roles, no pet snakes, no monkeys. No exhibitions of his own paintings. No public brawling or setting himself on fire...
Rock stars are supposed to make soap operas of their lives, aren't they? If they don't kill themselves first. Well, you can't be a big legend and not be dysfunctional. It's not allowed. You should at least have lost your looks. Everyone else has. Have you seen him? It's like Madame Tussaud's back there.
Then there's Bruce Springsteen. Handsome mother with those brooding brown eyes, eyes that could see through America. And a catastrophe of great songs, if you were another songwriter. Bruce has played every bar in the U.S.A., and every stadium. Credibility - you couldn't have more, unless you were dead. But Bruce Springsteen, you always knew, was not gonna die stupid. He didn't buy the mythology that screwed so many people. Instead he created an alternative mythology, one where ordinary lives became extraordinary and heroic.
Bruce Springsteen, you were familiar to us. But it's not an easy familarity, is it? Even his band seems to stand taller when he walks in the room. It's complex. He's America's writer, and critic. It's like in 'Badlands,' he's Martin Sheen and Terrence Malick. To be so accessible and so private... But then again, he is an Irish-Italian, with a Jewish-sounding name. What more do you want? Add one big African sax player, and no one in this room is gonna (mess around) with you!
In 1974, I was 14. Even I knew the '60s were over. It was the era of soft-rock fusion. The Beatles was gone, Elvis was in Vegas. What was goin' on? Nothin' was goin' on. Bruce Springsteen was comin' on, saving music from the phonies, saving lyrics from the folkies, saving leather jackets from the Fonz. (Sings) 'Now the greasers, they tramp the streets and get busted for sleeping on the beaches all night, and them boys in their high heels, ah Sandy, their skins are so white. Oh Sandy, love me tonight, and I promise I'll love you forever.'
In Dublin, Ireland, I knew what he was talking about. Here was a dude who carried himself like Brando, and Dylan, and Elvis. If John Steinbeck could sing, if Van Morrison could ride a Harley-Davidson... It was something new, too. He was the first whiff of Scorsese, the first hint of Patti Smith, Elvis Costello and the Clash. He was the end of long hair, brown rice and bell bottoms. It was the end of the 20-minute drum solo. It was good night, Haight-Ashbury; hello, Asbury Park.
America was staggering when Springsteen appeared. The president just resigned in disgrace, the U.S. had lost its first war. There was going to be no more oil in the ground. The days of cruising and big cars were supposed to be over. But Bruce Springsteen's vision was bigger than a Honda, it was bigger than a Subaru. Bruce made you believe that dreams were still out there, but after loss and defeat, they had to be braver, not just bigger. He was singing 'Now you're scared and you're thinking that maybe we ain't that young anymore,' because it took guts to be romantic now. Knowing you could lose didn't mean you still didn't take the ride. In fact, it made taking the ride all the more important.
Here was a new vision, and a new community. More than a community, because every great rock group is kind of like starting a religion. And Bruce surrounded himself with fellow believers. The E Street - it wasn't just a great rock group, or a street gang. It was a brotherhood. Zealots like Steve Van Zandt, the bishop Clarence Clemons, the holy Roy Bittan, crusaders Danny Federici, Max Weinberg, Garry Tallent and later Nils Lofgren. And Jon Landau, Jon Landau, Jon Landau, Jon Landau, Jon Landau. What do you call a man who makes his best friend his manager, his producer, his confessor? You call him the Boss. And Springsteen didn't just marry a gorgeous red-headed woman from the Jersey Shore. She could sing, she could write, and she could tell the Boss off.
For me and the rest of the U2-ers, it wasn't just the way he described the world. It was the way he negotiated it. It was a map, a book of instructions on how to be in the business but not of it. Generous is a word you could use to describe the way he treated us. Decency is another. But these words can box you in. I remember when Bruce was headlining Amnesty International's tour for prisoners of conscience, I remember thinking 'Wow, if ever there was a prisoner of conscience, it's Bruce Springsteen.' Intregrity can be a yoke, a pain... when your songs are taking you to a part of town where people don't expect to see you.
At some point I remember riding in an elevator with gentleman Bruce, where he just stared straight ahead of himself, and completely ignored me. I was crushed. Only when he walked into the doors as they were opening, did I realize the impossible was happening. My god, Bruce Springsteen, the Buddha of my youth, is plastered! Drunk as a skunk! I have to go back to the book of instructions, scratch the bit out about how you held yourself in public. By the way, that was a great relief.
Something was going on, though. As a fan I could see that my hero was beginning to rebel against his own public image. Things got even more interesting on 'Tunnel of Love,' when he started to deface it. A remarkable bunch of tunes, where our leader starts having a go at himself, and the hypocrisy of his own heart, before anyone else could. But the tabloids could never break news on Bruce Springsteen. Because his fans ... he had already told us everything in the songs. We knew he was spinning. We could feel him free-falling. But it wasn't in chaos or entropy. It was in love.
We call him the Boss. Well that's a bunch of crap. He's not the boss. He works for us. More than a boss, he's the owner, because more than anyone else, Bruce Springsteen owns America's heart...»