There are a bunch of records I need to be listening to for work right now, but when I heard that today marks the 35th anniversary of Bruce Springsteen’s Born to Run album, I decided I owed it to myself, to Bruce, to stop for 40 minutes and give it a close listen. So I found the record and put it on the turntable, or I thought I did, anyway. As I sat on my couch, I realized I was listening to “You May Be Right,” the first song on Billy Joel’s Glass Houses, which I had apparently put in the wrong sleeve last time I listened to it. (It too was released on Columbia Records, by the way, so the labels are identical. Also, it’s a really fucking amazing record, and you should listen to it, I promise.) Then I took out the Glass Houses sleeve, figuring Born to Run would be in there, but no, it was empty. So now I don’t know where the Born to Run record is, which is terrible, but not the end of the world: I remembered that I have a copy of the album’s 30th Anniversary box set thing on CD, which I dug out only to find that the disc was missing. And then I remembered that, for some reason, I have two copies of the box set, one of which had never been opened. It’s open now, and I’m listening to Born to Run. It’s really good. “Backstreets” just started. I need to be more organized.