Westerman
Nov 08, 2020
3 minutes
IT WAS ONE of those moments when a beer and a song brought a fleeting moment of clarity that I almost didn’t want to acknowledge may be true. I was in a bar nursing a cold pint while waiting for a friend, and ‘57 Channels’ by Bruce Springsteen began to waft down from the audio system.
The lyrics tell the story of a man in a state of perpetual discontentment, his
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