That opening riff of "The Ghost of Tom Joad" still stops me dead in my tracks — Springsteen's voice cracking on "men walkin' 'long the railroad tracks" gets me every time, even after thirty listens. My dad had it on cassette in his shop back when I was sweeping hair off the floor, and I'd pretend not to notice him wiping his eyes between clients. Still got that tape in a box somewhere, warped to hell but I can't bring myself to toss it.