These days, an interest in Bob Seger seems much less exclusive. The Stooges and the MC5 got the attention and the ink and the big-time record deals, but when the dust cleared for even an instant, there would be Bob Seger, standing tall as ever, still pounding out that “Heavy Music.” We understood. For ten years, he told stories a lot like ours, played the music that helped define what we meant by high energy. He was a rocker whose records made sense elsewhere he might have remained unknown, but to us he was a particular source of the magic in which one couldn’t help but believe. To kids in and around Detroit, in those years and ever since, Bob Seger reigned. It was that kind of summer, in that kind of town. Then we lost sight of him as the train rocketed by. For a moment, we could see him suspended in the engine lights. He arrived at just the right second and took off, a human javelin, arms straight in front like a racing swimmer’s dive. Doug took off just as the lights at the intersection were beginning to flash and clang, bobbing and weaving through the cars but maintaining enough speed to make it up the hill in time.
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