In 1975, at age 18, working on issues of independence and sexual (im)maturity common at that age, hearing “wrap your legs ‘round these velvet ribs and strap your hands ‘cross my engines” moved me in ways I could never articulate. But I knew that someone who could create that mix of toughness and tenderness, love and fear, was worth paying attention to. Bruce Springsteen still holds my attention forty-plus years later. When Darkness on the Edge of Town came out, I knew the adult concerns it addressed: manhood, work, marriage, temptation, divorce, faith. Later, like millions of others, his concert CD boxed set inspired me to buy a CD player, and I played it a lot. But I missed his concert in Augusta in the late 1970’s and he never came near here for the next two decades. Nearly twenty years ago my wife Meg gave me a guitar. The first song I learned well enough to play for anyone else was Springsteen’s “Fire.” “You can’t hide your desire;” I remained mo...