Who's the boss?

So what if I mistook Bruce Springsteen for Rod Stewart on the Superbowl half-time show?  most people in this country couldn't pick an Edith Piak lookalike out of a lineup.  Plus, I have never been to a rock concert and I don't recall ever seeing a picture of Bruce Springsteen on the CD I bought a couple of years ago.  That was the 9/11 CD that I purchased for neo-civic reasons spurned by an enthusiastic article in the Arts section of the New York times.  I must have listened to the CD a few times before shelving it for good.

My only lasting memory of Bruce Springsteen dates back to 1984 when I first heard his "I'm on fire" song on the radio in Detroit.  I drove my commuting buddy nuts that spring, tuning in and out of radio stations to play the song over and over.  I do remember the sight of Bruce Springsteen's handsome behind on the album cover. At least I assumed it was his handsome behind. 

All these years, it never occured to me to check what Bruce looked like from the front.  I don't know how this happened.  A tidbit of inquisitiveness would have spared me a lot of embarassment tonight. 

I wish I could say I was finally happy to see the boss but the truth was that I was disappointed.  The middle-age man on stage looked too thick to be the owner of the 1984 buttocks.  His hyperactive performance didn't fit any story I had made up about him.  In fact, I felt the same sense of shock and betrayal as when I first saw an undubbed version of 'Red River' and realized that John Wayne did not speak French.

Still, seeing the boss on my friends Cheryl and Ray's big screen TV was an important milestone in my cultural development.  What next, a Paris Hilton convention?

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