The Boss Sold Out

Springsteen sold out again, and I’m not talking about one of his concerts. He disappointed me once back in the nineties; while going folk, he licensed his t-shirt sales to a non-union shop. Today I read his new CD is only sold in Walmarts.
What happened to The Boss?
He married Patty, and then went the Arlo Guthrie route with his music. That I don’t just understand, I celebrate. But Walmart?
I guess, if they existed in real life, Walmart is where most of the characters in his many songs would have to shop. Or work.

DARLINGTON COUNTY
By Bruce Springsteen

Driving in to Darlington County Me and Wayne on the Fourth of JulyDriving in to Darlington CountyLooking for some work on the county lineWe drove down from New York CityWhere the girls are pretty but they just want to know your nameDriving in to Darlington CityGot a union connection with an uncle of Wayne’sWe drove eight hundred miles without seeing a copWe got rock and roll music blasting off the T-top singingSha la la la la la la la la, Sha la la la la la laHey little girl standing on the cornerToday’s your lucky day for sure all rightMe and my buddy we’re from New York CityWe got two hundred dollars we want to rock all nightGirl you’re looking at two big spendersWhy the world don’t know what me and Wayne might doOur pa’s each own one of the World Trade CentersFor a kiss and a smile I’ll give mine all to youCome on baby take a seat on my fenderIt’s a long night and tell me what else were you gonna doJust me and you we couldSha la la…Little girl sitting in the windowAin’t seen my buddy in seven daysCounty man tells me the same thingHe don’t work and he don’t get paidLittle girl you’re so young and prettyWalk with me and you can have your wayAnd we’ll leave this Darlington CityFor a ride down that Dixie HighwayDriving out of Darlington CountyMy eyes seen the glory of the coming of the LordDriving out of Darlington CountySeen Wayne handcuffed to the bumper of a state trooper’s FordSha la la…

You live long enough, your heroes trip on their kyptonite.

Growing old,
P. Suave

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