(boom, flap…boom, flap…boom, flap…boom, flap)

Born down in a dead man’s town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
You end up like a dog that’s been beat too much
‘Til you spend half your life just covering up

Born in the U.S.A.!
Born in the U.S.A.!!
Born in the U.S.A.!!!
Born in the U.S.A.!!!!

Imagine having that song blare through the walls of your quiet English flat while you’re trying to get some shut eye. And while you’re having a spot of tea. And while you’re watching Benny Hill reruns. And while shagging the missus.

That’s the problem everybody living next to Springsteen fan John Norman has been experiencing for well over a year. Norman, who by all accounts has a limited selection of music (and by limited, we mean one album) treats the apartment complex to a Boss concert at high volumes at all times of the day. And even after repeated citations by law enforcement to stop, he continues be his neighbor’s own personal Casey Kasem. Except of course, that he doesn’t quite have 40 songs.

Nope just a handful by Mr. Jersey, himself.

For Norman’s neighbors, the sucky experience has been like living in Wembley Stadium. Only they don’t have to wait in line for their bathroom. And there’s nobody puking on their chairs.  So in that regard, they’re pretty lucky.

But that doesn’t change the fact that Norm’s neighbors are all Springsteened out.  Of course, the future doesn’t look much brighter for these poor folks. Bruce just released a new album. And we hear it’s pretty good.