I once heard a live version of "Cover Me" (pretty sure it was Cover Me...) and the memorable part wasn't the song itself, but that before the song he told a story about receiving his draft notice for the Vietnam war. His friends had all received theirs too, and they talked about it and they decided the best thing to do would be to drive to town in the middle of the night without telling their parents. So they drove to town... and went on a bender... and he failed his physical, and returned home, where his dad was waiting for him, furious... and he told his dad that he got his draft notice and went to town... and his dad says "what happened?" and he says "I failed... they didn't want me." And his dad hugs him and says "that's good, son."
About 10 years ago, I left Edmonton, with ... uh, my cat, and a computer, and everything else that I could cram into mom's minivan in 2 hours. And I drove the "borrowed" minivan full of stuff to the only place I could think of, which was my special guy's dad's home here in the Kim City/Lost Lake region... I show up at his doorstep... I'm pretty much a wreck at this point, and tell him that I couldn't stay at home anymore and ask if I could stay with him for a couple of days, and he says "of course." So I'm crashed on my guy's dad's couch... and he's in the arm chair and not sure if he should try and talk to me or leave me alone or whatever, and he has the TV on and he's watching a Roy Orbison tribute concert on PBS. It was an all-star group of musicians performing Roy Orbison songs, and Springsteen was one of them. He's old and uncool and doesn't know anything about music that happened after around 1960, but when Bruce starts doing a guitar solo he's completely fascinated, and finally says "who is that guy? He's really good!" So instead of sitting there stressing out, we talked about music... it was just what I needed.
So, anyway, here's Wonderwall...
-k