Released back in 1978 - "Darkness on the Edge of Town" would be the 4th studio album from American singer/songwriter/guitarist, Bruce Springsteen.
Born (1949) in Long Branch, New Jersey - Springsteen (now 69 years old) has been active in the music business since 1964.
In his 50-year career he has been the recipient of 20 Grammy awards and his records have sold over 135 million copies, worldwide.
This CD contains all of the album's 10 original tracks.
(*Be sure to watch the Springsteen "Racing in the Street" music-video*)
The Boss followed up his instant classic Born to Run with something a little less polished, a little more fierce. I think it’s become my favorite Springsteen album. Racing in the Street? Streets of Fire? And that title track? Hoo boy that’s a tough record to beat.
Flawless. And also a perfect entry point for someone really hearing Bruce for the first time.
As someone who clung to my LPs for decades, I have lost touch with several records that I haven’t converted to .WAV files or purchased a CD replacement. One of these albums was Bruce Springsteen’s Darkness on the Edge of Town. In fact my first version of this recording was on 8-track. I got it through Columbia House, which used to send you a recording every month, the latest issue they were pushing. Growing up in a panhandle town in Oklahoma, I didn’t hear a wide spectrum of music that was available even in nearby Amarillo or Oklahoma City. This was 1978, and I was just starting to drive. My best friend was Mike, a kid with a ‘72 Chevy Monte Carlo and the driving skills of a moonshiner. We would roll through the streets of the town or down the dirt roads surrounding it, listening to this album over and over. Mike’s taste in music was more toward the soundtrack of Grease or disco, but he humored me or else really liked the lyrics about driving, racing, and darkness. Even with our close friendship, Springsteen’s album felt like my own secret music. I just shared it with Mike. From the cover, which at first I thought, man, this guy looks like hell, to the growling moan and melancholy of his voice, Springsteen sang to me. I had spent the summer in Europe, and while in England experienced the sound of the Sex Pistols. Their brashness and irreverence, as well as Steve Jones’ guitar worked on my mind, and when I came back to the states, I fully expected to find their album in the stores and their music on the radio. Wrong. I couldn’t find the record in my local record store, and since I didn’t get to Amarillo or Oklahoma City very often, I lost touch with them. But I found Bruce. See the rest at: http://jksmusicreviews.blogspot.com/
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