Ask A Texan: Who Is This Rich Entitled Hypocrite They Call The Boss?


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The Texan

Straight up, I never cared for Springsteen, the little punk-assed in his jeans and white tee shirt touting ” Born in the USA. Well, he may have been hatched here, but he ain’t an American, at least not by Texas standards. The guy looks like an 85-year-old Lesbian Megan Rapinoe, holding a Fender Telecaster with The Roy Clark beginner stickers on the fretboard so he can remember the chords to Born To Run. Likely craps his diaper too. When I was a smart-mouthed kid, I would tell my mother, “You ain’t the boss of me.” Well, yes, she was, and that Tupperware cake pan would leave an imprint on my butt for a week or so. So, exactly is Brucie the boss of? His wife Pattie? Little Stevie? The roadies or the dudes that carry him on stage and operate the auto-tune machine loop?

His latest concert was a three-hour Bidenesque Rant about Trump, which highlighted that talent, which was always minimal, has taken the off-ramp to the nursing home in South Jersey. For those of you who care to contribute, let me know who the guy bosses around.


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11 Replies to “Ask A Texan: Who Is This Rich Entitled Hypocrite They Call The Boss?”

  1. I’d rather meet Bruce, the great white shark in Jaws, than Bruce Springsteen, the boss of no one. To be honest, I’m only vaguely aware of his name. I’ve never heard any of his songs. At least not one that I can remember.

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    1. He made one, Born To Run, other than that, his stuff is crap. I think Bruce from Jaws would be a great dinner guest, a few glasses of wine, the naked chick holding onto the buoy etc…I saw that movie in Corpus Christi and was in a surfing contest the next day. It was un-nerving at best.

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  2. I told someone the other day…the last thing I would want at a concert is some man preaching to me about politics…something that he wouldn’t know as much as the next guy…and Mr “Everyday Man” has tickets that are $3000. Shut the **** up and sing…it’s that easy bruce.

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    1. Remember back in the 90s when the Dixie Chicks were the rage, and that little mouthy brat said what she did about “Shrub” at a concert in England. That ended their career within twenty-four hours. I knew the McGuire sisters since the Light Crust Doughboys mentored them and helped them transition from buskers to a true country act. When my father passed from brain cancer in 95, Marty purchased his concert violin ( fiddle here in Texas). I still have the 1947 Fort Worth-made one Bob Wills gifted to him in 1949, the year I was born. It’s due back from Lambs Music next week, the only true Luthier in Texas that I will let touch my instruments. Like you, shut your mouth and sing your little song, collect your little award, and go home. You’re an entertainer, not a neurosurgeon, and that is why you do what you do. Although I do dig Dr. Ben Carson big time. Right now, Sierra Hull is the musician of the moment, mentored by Ricky Skaggs, Rhonda Vincent, and Allison Krauss. Check her out. Momo says I resemble Ricky Skaggs since my hair is pure white and shoulder-length; now, if only I knew his secret mandolin licks. Momo and I are coming to Nashville this fall, hope we can hook up for a night at Redneck Riviera, The Ryman, or the Bluebird. I’ll bring the mandolin along for chuckles.

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