A few months ago, I saw Bruce Springsteen for the fifth time in 15 years. I’m still trying to figure out how to think about his music.

As a New Jerseyan of Midwestern origin, I’m a latecomer to Bruce. I was aware of him growing up. People made a big deal of his iconic song Secret Garden on the Jerry McGuire soundtrack. But I thought of him as in the mold of other folk-rockers.

It wasn’t until I started dating a Jersey Girl that I realized that Bruce is something closer to a demigod than a musician in the Garden State. It has taken me a while to understand why.

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