ABSTRACT
Born To Run was an instant classic. Anyone who loves rock and roll must respond to its catalogue of styles, the rough and tough music, the lyrics that sum up the brightest hopes—and some of the darkest aspects—of the rock and roll dream. The album may have been a monster in the making, but it was also, as Greil Marcus has said, “like a ’57 Chevy running on melted-down Crystals records. And it shuts down every claim that has been made for him.”
