The only time I saw him laugh out loud, uncontrollably, was in that chair when I played him a tape of “Bill Cosby: Himself.”
I found myself gleefully skipping around, saying “oooh, listen to this
bit! Hey, listen to this one, it’s HYSTERICAL!!!” and watching him
laugh like I never had seen before. Was a great moment; maybe the most
“adult/peer” moment we ever had, if not the only. - XMASTIME
Bruce Springsteen and disappointing fathers, via
Darkness on the Edge of Town:
Bruce Springsteen, I discovered after ten years of estrangement from my
father, had written the world's best song about being estranged from
your father. “Adam Raised a Cain” is one long, Plath-worthy scream:
hatred, contempt, pain, hatred, shot through with a love that is almost
romantic. We were prisoners of love, a love in chains. He was standing
in the door, I was standing in the rain, with the same hot blood burning
in our veins. How is that not a scene from The Notebook? But
these men can only ever hurt each other: Daddy worked his whole life for
nothing but the pain. Now he walks these empty rooms looking for
something to blame. And his son reflects the blame back onto him,
intensified and sharper.
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