12 years after originally written and performed, now with the ghost of Trayvon Martin as well as Amadou Diallo hanging over it, still just as sadly applicable as ever.
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Admitted upsides: Clarence's nephew sounds fantastic, Nils rips his solo and I don't think I've ever heard false crescendos (crescendi?) quite like that.
Posted by: scott | Tuesday, March 27, 2012 at 05:30 PM
Especially With his new album, Springsteen is the only one writing songs about things like this.
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | Tuesday, March 27, 2012 at 07:18 PM
I remember when this song came out about the young man murdered by police in New York with the infamous 41 bullets, and loving it. This feminist does, and always will, love Bruce Springsteen.
Posted by: WMS | Wednesday, June 27, 2012 at 09:25 AM