So last night Robert was singing along to Springsteen. Which was quite surprising to me. Why you ask. Because as long as we have been together it has always been Jagger, Jagger, and Jagger. The great Rolling Stones. Sympathy for the Devil, Jumpin Jack Flash, Gimme Shelter... Never Bruce.
But Robert is a Jersey boy too. Never said much good about Springsteen. Hates his politics. But there he was singing. Not just singing, but accompanying Bruce. He knows all the words. He knows all the tunes. And he joins the songfest in harmony.
Boy can he sing. And then he told me about his perfect pitch.
Tougher Than the Rest
He asked me if he was. Like every woman I told him I'd get back to him. (You bet he's tougher. Sheer cussedness.)
If I should fall behind
This is the one he actually came forward and sang in my ear. Perfectly. High romance.
No Surrender
This one goes back to his driving days. They never ever stopped going a hundred. He doubted Bruce could say the same thing.
Living Proof
He sang this for me too. He is.
Dancing in the Dark
And then we did.
Born to Run
Last because ancient history. He told me this is how he got through his first year in business school as a Jersey boy at Cornell. What he probably won't tell you is that he also listened full time to a German song called Autobahn by Kraftwerk. The rock star rising inside.
Rough Justice
As his wife I can tell you the Springsteen thing is probably just a night's pose. He is always for the ages. He doesn't belong to us, not New Jersey, not you, not anyone. He falls asleep dreaming of William Blake.
