{"id":26215,"date":"2026-06-24T09:35:39","date_gmt":"2026-06-24T09:35:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/globalnewstoday.uk\/index.php\/2026\/06\/24\/when-bruce-springsteen-becomes-history-rolling-stone\/"},"modified":"2026-06-24T09:35:39","modified_gmt":"2026-06-24T09:35:39","slug":"when-bruce-springsteen-becomes-history-rolling-stone","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/globalnewstoday.uk\/index.php\/2026\/06\/24\/when-bruce-springsteen-becomes-history-rolling-stone\/","title":{"rendered":"When Bruce Springsteen Becomes History – Rolling Stone"},"content":{"rendered":"

\t\t\t\t\t\t\tBy \tJoel Stein<\/a> \t\t\t\t\t\t
\tThey’re not supposed to make a museum about the people you idolized in high school. Is there going to be a David Letterman Museum? A Reggie Jackson Museum? A Center for the Studies of 1982 Penthouse Pet Corrine Alphen?
\tWhen I played Born to Run<\/em> on the record player in my basement in Edison, New Jersey, and when I chanted lyrics in unison with 22,000 fans at Madison Square Garden as Bruce Springsteen<\/a> preached hope for three-and-a-half hours, I was not appreciating art. I was consuming fuel to propel me through adolescence. Springsteen could no more be experienced behind glass than riding my bike at 1 a.m. to sneak into Samantha Blodgett’s house. 
\tSo while I was excited to walk into the $50 million Bruce Springsteen Center for American Music on the fifth day it was opened, I was also nervous. Time can sanitize feelings into facts. History can turn miracles into memorized dates. I know Catholics can look at the bones of saints and feel God, but I’ve been to the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Museum, the National September 11 Memorial and Museum, and the Holocaust Memorial Museum, and none have made me cry about history. But Springsteen’s The Rising<\/em> and “Streets of Minneapolis” <\/em>did. Staring at a real Marc Chagall painting or walking through a Frank Lloyd Wright building is a direct experience. I feared this would require a leap I couldn’t make. And that distance would send me further from my old self. \t<\/p>\n

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