Midway through “The Promised Land,” Bruce Springsteen hit that familiar groove — the one that seems to rise from the pavement itself, echoing every dream ever chased down a midnight highway.
Midway through “The Promised Land,” Bruce Springsteen hit that familiar groove — the one that seems to rise from the pavement itself, echoing every dream ever chased down a midnight highway. The E Street Band powered on behind him, tight and electric. Then suddenly, Bruce paused. His gaze locked on a little girl perched on…