Bobby Jean

La foto es muy reciente, de abril de 2013, de la última visita a la localidad de Ipies, y ahí encontré, -entre otras-, ésta escultura a la puerta de la casa de  Miguel Mainar. Pintor y escultor que reside y que trabaja en la localidad de Ipies. Yo a esa escultura la he llamado Bobby Jean, como el tema del Boss.

Bruce Frederick Joseph Springsteen (Long Branch, Nueva Jersey, 23 de septiembre de 1949), apodado The Boss, es un cantante, compositor y guitarrista estadounidense ampliamente conocido por su música rock vinculada a letras poéticas y a sentimientos tradicionales estadounidenses y relacionados con su Estado de origen, Nueva Jersey, uno de los más industriales de Estados Unidos.

Bobby Jean es una canción del álbum Born in the U.S.A. (1984), uno de los mejores discos de la historia y con una portada muy buena. La vehemente y adorable canción Bobby Jean, es un homenaje a su colega y gran guitarrista Steve Van Zandt

"Es una canción sobre la amistad. Estoy seguro de que pensé en Steve cuando la hacía, pero no es específicamente sobre él. Es la vieja historia: echas de menos a alguien pero te alegra de ver gente nueva.” B.Springsteen.

Durante la gira de Born in the U.S.A., su compañero de juventud Steve Van Zandt se separó de Bruce para iniciar su carrera en solitario.

Bobby Jean - Bruce Springsteen

Well I came by your house the other day, your mother said you went away
She said there was nothing that I could have done
There was nothing nobody could say
Me and you weve known each other ever since we were sixteen
I wished I would have known I wished I could have called you
Just to say goodbye bobby jean

Now you hung with me when all the others turned away turned up their noise
We liked the same music we liked the same bands we liked the same clothes
We told each other that we were the wildest, the wildest things wed ever
Seen
Now I wished you would have told me I wished I could have talked to you
Just to say goodbye bobby jean

Now we went walking in the rain talking about the pain from the world we hid
Now there aint nobody nowhere nohow gonna ever understand me the way you did
Maybe you'll be out there on that road somewhere
In some bus or train traveling along
In some motel room therell be a radio playing
And you'll hear me sing this song
Well if you do you'll know Im thinking of you and all the miles in between
And Im just calling one last time not to change your mind
But just to say I miss you baby, good luck goodbye, bobby jean