Arrr, Bruce Springsteen be feelin’ like a landlubber in L.A. and New York, but safe as a treasure chest in Jersey!
2024-10-20
Arrr, Bruce Springsteen be sayin’ he never found his sea legs in Los Angeles or New York! Nay, he be preferin' the land o' New Jersey, tendin’ to his crops and raisin' his wee crew. A true buccaneer of the barnyard, he be!
Avast, ye landlubbers! Gather ‘round as I spin ye a yarn about the one and only Bruce Springsteen, a true son of the Jersey shore, who shuns the shiny lights of Los Angeles and New York like a rat avoids a sinking ship!In a chat with The Sunday Times, the Bardsman of “Born to Run” claimed, “This be not Los Angeles!” Nay, he feels safer in his seaside domain where the folks be as down-to-earth as a barnacle on a hull. Aye, he hails from Freehold, where family ties run deep as ocean trenches. He swore off the glitzy life, preferring his kin close at hand whilst raising his wee scallywags.
With a heart full of nostalgia, Bruce now finds joy in the place he once questioned. His three young buccaneers—Sam, a brave firefighter; Evan, a cunning music editor; and Jessica, an Olympic equestrian—live their lives far from the prying eyes of the industry, choosing their own paths, much like a ship sails its own course through tumultuous waters!
In a jolly twist, Bruce jested that his young ones had a “healthy disinterest” in his fame, much like a seagull ignores a sailor's song. So raise a flagon of rum to Bruce, the pirate of rock, anchored firmly in his beloved Freehold!