The Power of Classic Rock, Part 2

I went to see Bruce Springsteen at the Byrne Arena last night (I later learned it's recently been renamed the "Izod Center"; I guess every generation is going to get to call this building a different name). It was a good show and I enjoyed it. Maybe if I loved the new album, Magic, I would have liked it even more (the new songs are pleasant enough, but nothing knocks me out). I also think I may be approaching Springsteen burnout. I've probably seen Bruce Springsteen more than any other artist. It's almost become a sort of ritual for me whenever he tours with the E Street Band (I laid off seeing his Human Touch/Lucky Town band or any of his solo tours). So, when he does his classics (The Promised Land, Badlands, Born to Run), all still favorites of mine, I get a feeling of deja vu more than genuine excitement. Sure, there are probably fans who would go home disappointed if they didn't hear Born to Run, but at this late date, I doubt the numbers would be significant. Do I sound like a jaded wet blanket? Maybe. Or maybe the power of classic rock just waxes and wanes.