Freeze-out

The weather outside is cold, and it's supposed to get colder. Not as cold as some of my friends elsewhere in the country will be, but undeniably cold for the South, even in December. And in the waning hours of the day and waxing hours of the new morn, we're supposed to get freezing rain and wintry mix if the forecasts bear truth.

Here's something hot with a cold title (though one the man himself can't explain; no big--it means what you want it to mean and that's all anything can mean)--the man himself, The Boss, Mr. Bruce Springsteen with The Big Man and Miami Steve and the rest of the gang, live in Jersey in 1978 with "Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out":

I'd like to think the moment around 3:45 where the picture goes to hell isn't because that's what happens to videotape after years and years and years; I'd like to think that's because Bruce's magnificence at that moment caused an electromagnetic pulse that frazzed the original source tape, a criticality excursion caused by Bruce rocking too damn hard for just a moment there.

Stay warm, kids.