quiet kid from jersey. just trying to make sense of the temples of dreams and the mystery that dotted his hometown, pool halls, bars, girls and cars, altars and assembly lines. for decades bruce springsteen has brought us all along on a journey consumed with the bargains between ambition and pleasure and justice and pain. the simple glories and scattered heartbreak of everyday life in america. to create one of his biggest hits, he once said, i wanted to craft a record that sounded like the last record on earth. the last one you'd ever need to hear. one glorious noise. then the apocalypse. every restless kid in america was given a story, "born to run." he didn't stop there. once he told us about himself, he told us about everybody else. steel worker in youngstown, the vietnam vet in "born to run" -- "born in the usa," the sick and