Sometime in the early 70s I saw Bob Seger and The Silver Bullet Band in Denver, Colorado. It was badass. Seger laid on some Detroit rock that was as primal and intense as The MC5 or The Stooges - no frills, in your face and loud. Sadly, Seger faded over time into someone who rarely connected with me again. There were a few tunes but overall what had once been stripped-down and ferocious rock and roll became adult-contemporary bloat—songs about rock and roll that weren’t particularly rock and roll. Seger distanced himself from his earlier, punkier work and focused on anthems for the beer cozy crowd.
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