American Bands and Artists

My Wild and Innocent Days Loving Bruce Springsteen

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Jimmy Cagney, hat brim low over his eyes, talking wise to Joan Blondell. Soapy and Bim picking pockets in Hell’s Kitchen. Platinum angels with arched, pencil-thin eyebrows, sipping bathtub gin and waiting in vain for their square-jawed mugs to return from the hoosegow. Sharpies named Ace and Lefty. Dames named Ruby and Peaches. Those were the cinematic heroes of my youth. So, it’s no surprise I’d fall hard for the denizens of Bruce Springsteen’s second LP, “The Wild, the Innocent and the E Street Shuffle.” To this day, it’s the most romantic “life on the street” album I’ve ever heard.

Micky’s Monkee

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With the sad passing of the ever-youthful Davy Jones last week, I beg the question: who was your favorite Monkee? For me it was pixie-faced Micky Dolenz, who turns 67 today. Why Micky? Well, like Ringo, the “real” drummer on which his TV character was modeled, he just charmed the heck out of me with his goofiness.

Neil Diamond: He Is, He Said

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The protagonist in the movie “What About Bob” attributes his failed marriage to this time-tested rule: “There are two types of people in the world — those who like Neil Diamond and those who don’t. My ex-wife loves him.” Well, despite the fact that Neil Diamond is sometimes rebuked by rockers for his symphonic serenades, I’m proud to say I’m a fan. He wrote some of the most memorable pop songs of the 1960s, including “Cherry, Cherry,” “I’m a Believer,” “Solitary Man,” and “Cracklin’ Rosie.” And he’s a good sport, too, appearing in movies (“Saving Silverman”) and TV shows (“Saturday Night Live”) that have playfully mocked him for his sometimes grandiose anthems and dramatic delivery.