I remember the first time I heard Greetings From Asbury Park; one of my older brothers brought it home not long after it came out. Listening closely, that album felt like an older buddy from the neighborhood that I never knew who was recounting tales of the stuff I was starting to see happening around me as I ventured out and around my hometown in New Jersey. I was about to become a teenager and Bruce Springsteen’s music was about to become a big part of the soundtrack of my adolescence.
So for me to write something like “Bruce Springsteen’s 1973 debut is near and dear to my heart: would be sort of an understatement. Greetings From Asbury Park — and the follow-on, The Wild, the Innocent & the E-Street Shuffle — very much set the stage for my journey out into the big world, providing a lot of perspective on what to expect as I took “my right at the light and kept going straight until night….”
I’m stating all this because its important (for me) to recognize that this fanboy perspective could easily sway my opinion when trying to do a review.
“Could,” of course is the operative word there. The reality is, I’m from NJ and that just isn’t how we roll there. Most of us folks from NJ are straight-shooters, you see.
All that said, I’ll tell you one of the really neat things about listening to Greetings from Asbury Park in high resolution: it sounds just as it’s supposed to sound, even though it is no doubt much much clearer now.
Check out Mark Smotroff’s full review Via audiophilereview.com