You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy.™
Bruce Springsteen is depressed.
Depressed? What the hell does this Rock Star legend have to be depressed about?
Is he sad he has too much money? Is he bummed that his house is too large? Is he sad that women bang on his door to sleep with him?
The Boss reportedly suffers from depression and has had thoughts of killing himself.
I’ve been depressed after eating a rancid batch of Taco Bell, so what? that’s life.
Who the hell hasn’t been depressed? But most of us have reason to be depressed. We are nothing more than sad sacks of flesh being pressed in a panini grill like cheap Swiss cheese.
We all have bills that won’t stop and ex wives who complain about when we get their kids home and children who don’t appreciate what we do for them and neighbors who let their dogs crap on our lawns.
You know what Bruce, we have a right to want to kill ourselves too. But we don’t. we rise above the pain and carry on. We don’t grab our guitars and pen a hit song, we just soldier on Boss man.
So Bruce, my message to you: Shut the F up!
You have no reason to be anything but happy. Your life is rainbows and unicorns sprinkling pixie dust on eternal sunsets of gold.
If Springsteen is depressed, he needs to get over it and go count his money.
And it raises the question. If one of the wealthiest, most creative, most beloved, most respected people on the planet is depressed, what does that say about us as a species?
It makes me question what the hell are we really looking for?
Bruce Springsteen has checked most of the boxes on my life list.
People are messed up.
Bruce Springsteen is the King of the Jungle. He’s depressed. You think the Jungle lion is depressed?
The King of the beasts with the most female lions with all the best, most scrumptious zebra meat and the best cave near the cleanest coolest pool – depressed?
Hell no. He’s a lion. He’s king of the jungle and he knows he’s kicking lion ass and taking lion names. He has no time to be depressed. Too many female lions to keep happy.
As they say in the Disney Store, Hakuna Matata, bitch.
And that is where humans and animals differ. With our much publicized opposable thumb and celebrated ability to reason, we are hard to please.
Food and water and sex is not enough.
abc news calls the Bosses admission in the latest New Yorker article a revelation of self doubt and depression.
Bruce is 62 years old. He’s seemingly been on top of the world for damn near 40 years.
Springsteen says it all stems back to his relationship with his parents, specifically his dad.
“It’s the thing that eats at me and always will,” he says. “those wounds stay with you and you turn them into a purpose.”
I would say he’s done that and more. After all, what is rock and roll but angst set to a beat?
He confesses that his father had paralyzing depression and while in his 30’s, shortly after Born to Run and Darkness on the Edge of Town, he began falling into a dark funk.
That was about the time, in 1982, when he came out with the Nebraska album. That might explain why that album sucks so hard.
Bruce says he started seeing a therapist and now he is better.
He calls time on stage, his 3 hour marathons, a form of self medication.
Well glad I could help you a half dozen times Boss man.
My advice? Shut the hell up, roar like the rock and roll lion you are and take a Midol. All your talk of depression is kind of pissing me off.
Bruce is on tour again with his 17th album called wrecking ball.
Sure hope he doesn’t kill himself.
And that is crazy.™