In honor of the Boss's birthday, I am stating to the world that I am reclaiming my fandom.

Something like a subtle yet seismic shift happened last week: I began disconnecting from Bruce Springsteen.

She has an air of mystery about her, but there’s no way that you can live without her.

The desperate and pathetic / still try to make their stand / Wounded, killed, and resurrected / Forever and ever in Jughandleland.

Something that keeps me turning right when I need to go left / Down in Jughandleland.

Dani, the sun has gone down in our faces / The lights faded out and there’s no real sign of the morning

He was the boss, the doctor, the angel of soul / King of the Jersey Shore, crown prince of rock’n’roll

Glory daze / The best is yet to come / Glory daze /To the beat of a different drum / Glory daze, glory daze.