Let the record state: “Thunder Road” is my favorite Bruce song. It’s absolute perfection and a true masterpiece. It’s full of drama, emotion, and what ifs.
The drama: “Don’t turn me home again, I just can’t face myself alone again.”
The emotion: “ I know you’re lonely for words that I ain’t spoken.”
The what ifs: “ These two lanes will take us anywhere.”
-Thunder Road- Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band
I’ve compartmentalized “Thunder Road.” But the main point I take away from the song is one of opportunity. When I listen to the song, Bruce is telling me to make the most of opportunities and go for it! I love this motivational message and I’m so inspired by his lyrics. That’s just one of the reasons why I believe he’s a storytelling genius.
In the spring of 2010, I decided that I needed to memorize every single word of “Thunder Road”… all 354 of them. I thought I knew the exact words but I’m not embarrassed to admit, I was wrong. Isn’t it funny how fans can sing along and improvise? Comical really. Truly knowing every single word requires homework. So, I gave myself a Springsteen homework assignment. I even set a deadline. I had to have the lyrics memorized by the time I arrived in Cleveland with my husband and children. In my opinion, there was absolutely no better time to do this homework. It seemed so appropriate to memorize Bruce lyrics while driving to the Rock n Roll Hall of Fame to visit the exhibit: “From Asbury Park to The Promised Land.”
“Roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair”
The window was down. The wind was blowing back my hair. And I was in the zone. I was completely oblivious to what was happening around me. I was singing Bruce! For those out of the zone, we were stopped at a gas station to fill up the tank…my husband went into the mini-mart to buy snacks… my three sons were in the back seat wondering, “ When are we going to get there? How much longer?” And, of course, I’m just singing and memorizing! While I’m singing, I don’t realize that gasoline is overflowing and spilling all over the car and onto the pavement. Yikes!
A few minutes later, snacks in hand…my husband is shaking his head and running over to the car. He stops the messy gas spill from getting even worse. Thankfully, I knew he wasn’t too annoyed with me when he started laughing. He opens the car door, lowers the volume of the radio, and says, “ Some guy comes into the store wondering who owns the Chevy Tahoe…then announces that the pump is spilling gas all over and that the girl in the front seat is completely clueless because she’s blasting and singing Springsteen!”
This is exactly why Jersey Girls don’t pump gas!!!! I was in the zone. I had no idea what was going on. Why should I know anything about pumping gas? Every gas station that I’ve ever pulled into in Jersey is FULL SERVE!
To prevent more damage from happening, an employee from the gas station cleaned up the mess and dumped stuff all over the spill. Sorry but I was really busy doing homework! I had no idea what was going on.
This story about my road trip to Cleveland just proves that Springsteen songs can bring you to another place. His lyrics and music tell such compelling stories. They capture your full and undivided attention…bring you into the zone. Bruce’s music is intoxicating.
Let the record also state: I have no problem with my children knowing that their mother is in another world when it comes to Bruce’s music…and proud of it!