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Bad, sad stories cover the papers. People hating. Shooting off their guns and their mouths. Trayvon and heartbreak. Romney’s wife and Obama’s aide. Read all about it!

I can’t read all about it and then operate heavy machinery.  Did you see the viral video “Caine’s Arcade?” I’m like the filmmaker. As soon as he started talking on camera about discovering Caine’s creation I thought: he’s my people. He stopped in to buy an auto part and stumbled upon a work of staggering innocence and beauty. He had to get the word out immediately. Feel all about it!  That’s how it works with us sensitive types.

Bruce Springsteen may not dig being called sensitive, so I’ll ascribe this trait to the graphic designer of his new CD. I saw it for sale at a coffeehouse  next to a stack of dismal headlines. The slim square package transmits badass goodness like an amulet.  “Bruce Springsteen Wrecking Ball.” Just what the doctor ordered: a spray-paint font, a bossy title, and certain destruction. Wait, destruction? Yes, destruction. Destruction of all that’s bleak and hateful. Destruction of weak, good-grief-girl-trafficking CD covers like this one,

 

which I saw displayed in a shop window next to the coffeehouse. The shattering demise of “I’m too old/young/fat/poor/tired, and “I can’ts.” Instead of picking up the newspaper, I’m picking up Bruce’s CD, and then, the ukulele. Lessons start a week from Saturday.

 

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