i may have been born in '77, but i am a child of the 80s. and to me, the boss (bruce springsteen to you youngsters) is the bob dylan of the 80s. and, that's saying a lot since i think bob dylan is probably one of the greatest living lyricists and unlike many i like his singing though more during his early work than now where it i will admit has become borderline difficult to understand. glory days was a song about the life i imagined growing up in a semi small town i would have. so, when i heard that the boss would be playing the halftime show of the superbowl instead of some new pop star i would have barely heard of i was psyched.
we were unsurprisingly slow at work this morning as a result of both the upcoming game and the economy. so, the upcoming game was topic of many conversations. at our restaurant, employees range in age from 16-78. yes, 78. but, the younger 16-20 something are an increasing part of our population. much to my dismay, many of my coworkers were not only not thrilled about a walk down memory lane, but confused as to who bruce springsteen even was. as if this wasn't enough of a shot in the gut, my own boyfriend was booing the boss during the halftime show complaining he was a halftime show talking about how the boss was no longer relevant when he was a kid. yet another reminder of the difference that only a few years in age can make in our memories since my boyfriend is 5 years younger than me.
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