Sing it Bruce

To say my friend Poly is a huge Bruce Springsteen fan would be the understatement of the year. She's devoted, loyal, passionate, rabid. Yeah, that's more like it—rabid. Me, Ive always liked Bruce, but never quite dipped to devotion. When I rediscovered Asbury Park a few years ago, I was more than impressed, granted, but that's about as far as it went.

Then I heard "Girls in Their Summer Clothes" from his new CD Magic. At first I didn't even realize it was Bruce. Magic? Oh, it's magic, alright. It's dreamy, wistful, romantic and lovely, while simultaneously evoking the gritty sights, tastes and smells of the Jersey boardwalk in July. His voice is throaty and full like I haven't heard before. It dips and swells with the surf breeze. It's the stuff swoons are made of.

Now maybe this perfect song won't turn me into a Poly-approved devotee, but I dare say Bruce could sing that song over and over, any day of the year and I'd hang on every note.

> Here's a link to the video on youtube

She went away
She cut me like a knife
Hello beautiful thing
Maybe you could save my life
With just a glance
Down here on Magic Street
And the girls in their summer clothes
In the cool of the evening light
The girls in their summer clothes
Pass me by, pass me by