
Late in the narrative he writes, “The birthing conditions of today’s musicians will be different - just as valid, but different,” which is a good diplomatic try, but no way does he believe that.

(Thankfully he doesn’t always dole them out in the expected places.) Yes, Baby Springsteen wisely chose the greatest moment in the history of moments to be born a guitar man. His book stops in at most of the mandatory stations of the baby boom rock memoir: the rough childhood redeemed by the annunciation of the savior Elvis on the Ed Sullivan Show, the Kennedy assassination, second salvation via the Beatles on Ed Sullivan, etc.

There are shelves of worshipful books by fans, critics, and scholars feature documentaries accompanying the reissues of his most classic albums and that’s not to mention the multiple fictionalized versions of his life in song after song after song. Springsteen always has been an ink magnet, ever since he was on the covers of Time and Newsweek simultaneously in 1975, when few readers had yet heard any of his songs.
