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A memory of public awkwardness that always comes back to me when people talk about Bruce Soringsteen: I went to a presentation in undergrad by a prof on music and philosophy. We were supposed to bring a CD we liked to share with the group. I was STOKED. This seemed so up my alley
I wanted to seem cool, so I picked Daydream Nation and off I went. It turned he started the presentation by asking to play some of the CDs we& #39;d picked for the group. I was sitting next to him, so he grabbed my CD and put it in the player, asking me to say the title and the band.
I said it. Dead silence. No "cool choice, man," no acknowledgement whatsoever. I was rattled. The prof asked me what song to play and I hesitated and he just started playing the first track, "Teenage Riot."
The intro felt like it went on forever. The prof actually asked "does the song do anything else?" I wanted to die. No one was digging it. Seven minutes later, the song was over. It was silent again. No one else got a turn. The prof just started his presentation.
All of his examples were about Bruce Springsteen songs. I didn& #39;t know any of them. At one point he played an excerpt from a Bruce Springsteen song, one of his hits, and asked "what do we associate with this song?" No one spoke. He looked at me and I panicked.
Normally I love being called on because I& #39;m a kiss ass little nerd, but I was begging him in my mind not to call on me. He did. I said "I don& #39;t know. I& #39;ve never heard that song before."
