Please, get lives. “Queen of the Supermarket” works within the context of the small, intimate songs Bruce Springsteen often writes today. Certainly it is not one of his epic, certainly not one he was gonna pull out for half-time at the Super Bowl. It is, however, intriguing, gentle, as its keys in on the narrator’s unspoken desire. This is not the self-confident young Romeo making his pitch for “Rosalita.” This is someone worn by life, daring once again to dream, working to build within himself the confidence he will need to ever realize the happiness he conceives. It is a compassionate work and deserves more perceptive criticism than the smarmy nonsense above.
Please, get lives. “Queen of the Supermarket” works within the context of the small, intimate songs Bruce Springsteen often writes today. Certainly it is not one of his epic, certainly not one he was gonna pull out for half-time at the Super Bowl. It is, however, intriguing, gentle, as its keys in on the narrator’s unspoken desire. This is not the self-confident young Romeo making his pitch for “Rosalita.” This is someone worn by life, daring once again to dream, working to build within himself the confidence he will need to ever realize the happiness he conceives. It is a compassionate work and deserves more perceptive criticism than the smarmy nonsense above.