After wandering the streets of Philadelphia – Academy Award winner for Best Original Song and four Grammys in 1994 –, Bruce Springsteen heads west and finds himself catapulted into the midst of the working-class despair of the Rust Belt, the "belt of rust," among abandoned factories and ghost towns, once the beating heart of the nation and the U.S. industry.
The urban fauna populating the Boss's narrative is composed of losers. They wander aimlessly; bivouac under bridges; sleep in their cars; go in and out of prison. Heaven can wait: tired of being broke, tired of toeing the line, “with a hole in their stomach and a gun in hand,” they wait for the Devil himself to lead them into the furnaces of Hades to eternally burn their souls.
Inspired by John Steinbeck's novel The Grapes of Wrath, The ghost of Tom Joad - voice, guitar, harmonica, and little else - tells of another America. That of the last, the dispossessed, the homeless, obscured by the spotlight and the glittering conventions of the Big Apple, far from the reps and the dems, the Robinsons and Happy Days, the preachers and the 4th of July parades, the death knell of the American Dream.
A weaponless avenging angel, the spirit of Tom Joad mournfully watches over the wanderers crowding the highways, without home, without work, without peace and without hope, awaiting the night to cross the border, holding their breath not to succumb, "waiting for the moment when the last shall be first and the first shall be last.".
A story no one likes to hear, because there is no happy ending.
"The ghost of Tom Joad still hasn’t found peace, lingering around today’s camps alongside highways."
"Wherever somebody’s fighting for a place to stand or a decent job or a helping hand, wherever somebody’s struggling... look for me mom, I’ll be there."
With The Ghost of Tom Joad, the demonstration/redemption was solely for himself and those who believed over time in his natural artistic honesty.
The delicate arpeggios, the violin, the pedal steel guitar, the harmonica, and Bruce’s voice, as beautiful and warm as ever, do the rest.