A review by johndiconsiglio
Born to Run by Bruce Springsteen

4.0

Who knew that the same chrome-wheeled, fuel-injected Boss penning muscular street operas about midnight gangs meeting 'neath giant Exxon signs secretly harbored aspirations to be a beat poet? There’s as much Allen Ginsberg as Johnny B. Goode in this ragtag, heart-felt memoir. Like a Bruce show, it’s long, energetic, kinda exhausting & holds nothing back. Hard to imagine another rock star writing with soul-searching honesty about his dad’s mental illness & his own depression. And there’s plenty of tramps-like-us for diehards. The car’s out back if you’re ready to take that long walk.