It was my friend, Pete who first introduced me to Bruce Springsteen. It was the summer of 1985, a year after the album "Born in the USA" had catapulted The Boss into the rock 'n' roll mainstream.
As a disciple of British new wave music, I'd yet to become a Springsteen fan. Growing up in England in the early 1980s, I had been too young to be swept away by the power of "Born to Run," while MTV-era Bruce sounded too curated and conventional to my punk-attuned ears.
