The heart of Rock N Roll can be boiled down to a few chords, a catchy riff, and the right attitude. But if you want the heart AND the soul, the mind, body, and the spirit, and all of its possibilities, THE WILD, THE INNOCENT & THE E STREET SHUFFLE is where you'll find it. It rebels against every preconceived notion of what Rock's limitations are supposed to be. Of structure and style and scope. It's Bruce's musical journey from the hangouts of his hometown in Jersey, as a guy with a dream, to the possibilities of what might be just over the river in New York City. Although no song addresses this head on, its implicit in the overall concept, that this story-song album is ultimately Springsteen's autobiography. "The E Street Shuffle" is the opener. As the band warms up, then starts to play, you know this is party time. It's Rock N Roll in the summer. No air-conditioning's allowed. All the windows are opened wide to meld with the sounds and the sights and the sweat of the streets. To mix with the heat and the humidity. To rub elbows with the proud and the profane, the winners and losers, the lovers and loners. It's the preview of coming attractions, and the album delivers on what this song promises. "Kitty's Back", the third song in, opens with a short blistering guitar in heat that gives way to a lazy summer afternoon lament about how dull life is now that the most lascivious creature the boys have ever known is gone from the neighborhood, and what she did to get out. As the mood shifts from shuffle to swing and back again, the song is sneakily building momentum,until hazily, the boys spot her walking towards them from the other end of the alley. "Here she comes, here she comes, here she comes, here she comes," they hungrily whisper, at which point the whole song explodes into a musical, if not literal, gang-bang. "Sandy" is a different creature entirely. She's your first true love. Your lover AND friend. She's the girl you showed your tender side to. She's the one who gave you courage to do so. She's the girl you shared life and dreams with. She's also the girl you probably left behind. Bruce uses an accordian here unashamedly. By this point in the album, you've already expected to expect the unexpected, still "Wild Billy's Circus Story" comes from out of left field, musically speaking. A tuba in a rock n roll record? Yup. This is the color Bruce needed to tell this amusing tale of a boy who ran away to join the circus, the way Bruce leaves his hometown by joining the rock n roll circus. It's a truly offbeat number, but Bruce's wry delivery has a way of making you appreciate this song before you're ready to. This song serves as the bridge to Side Two's N.Y.C. suite. And how sweet it is. "West Side Story" was a big influence on Bruce, as it was on all of us back then, and he uses part of that film's landscape to paint his own story about young love in the city between Spanish Johnny & Puerto Rican Jane in "Incident on 57th Street". Filled with stunning imagery ("Janey sleeps in sheets damp with sweat/ Johnny sits up alone and watches her dream on, dream on/ And her sister prays for lost souls/ then breaks down in the chapel after everyone's gone) "...57th Street" is simultaneously tough and tender and enormously cinematic. "Rosalita" of course is the barn burner. Every yearning in a young guy's soul, every dream come true or not,every 4th of July fireworks display, every gamble of going for broke is encapsulated in this 7 minute rock n roll extravaganza. Any other album would have closed here. This is the money shot. But the best, if that's possible, is what follows: "N.Y.C. Serenade", the album's 11 minute closer, is an amazing achievement. So tight, yet so loose it feels like an improvisation in it's midnight till dawn setting, I can think of no other song as a touchstone for this number. David Sancious' audacious piano intro: part classical,part jazz, part blues, hands off to Bruce's heartfelt acoustic guitar-talk in what has to be one of music's most unforgettable moments, before quietly settling in for this final story of our boy as one of the inhabitants of the cruel city, and a stark contrast to the block party atmosphere of the album's opener, but ending on a determinately optimistic note. Never again would Bruce and the band show such versatility or be this musically adventurous. As time went on, Bruce seemed to straight-jacket himself into tighter and tighter song structures, until he began, literally, writing two chord songs. I guess I shouldn't be angry that he never wrote down this way again. I guess I should be grateful that, at one time, he did.