BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN - Nonstop through the USA

31. July 2019

Bruce Springsteen

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN - Nonstop durch die USA

Bruce Springsteen has now returned to the studio after his personality show, which featured him in over 200 performances on Broadway. He recorded 13 new songs there. The Uramerican Springsteen is on his way in these - as a hitchhiker by car, on wild horses or as a passenger in the "Tucson Train". Like Wyatt and Billy in "Easy Rider", the musician seems to be looking for a lost America on his solo record, one that doesn't exist at the moment.

The first sounds of Bruce Springsteen's new album "Western Stars" might make some people think of the lonely, laconic comic cowboy Lucky Luke riding his faithful horse into the sunset at the end of every passed adventure and always appearing a little melancholic. The boss is on the road again, on his way through his beloved homeland, which is currently once again socially torn. "I'm ridin' high on the top of the world," it says in the first song, "Hitch Hikin'." Or "I'm hitch hikin' all day long". The following play "The Wayfarer" is also about travelling, the compulsive doing of the driven, restless: "I'm a wayfarer, baby", the stray warns the sweet in the home port - she better not expect him to be there when she needs him. When you listen to the record with your eyes closed, you see the prairie in front of you, deserted landscapes, endless vastness, you hear coyotes howling, eerily beautiful. It is an archaic, hardly reproducible world, which the cowboy from New Jersey creates here in front of the mental eye of his audience.

"Western Stars" is the 19th studio album of the tireless fighter for humanity and tradition; it is already a classic, a timeless work, on which energy and melancholy reach out unbreakably. It's a production without any sagging, no song takes something away from the other, each song stands alone, all together a monolithic work of art. The grandmaster of classical US singer-songwriting has created a wonderfully timeless homage to traditional America, whose inhabitants like to have bumblebees in their pants. Those who like to travel, across their country, with a vague longing for salvation in their hearts, and who return home again and again, with a sharpened eye, because home is an iron value in itself, to be replaced by nothing. As a rule, however, this is a home that is open to all people, as long as they also have an open heart within them.

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