Born In The USA, Or Elsewhere

Faces in the crowd at the Mardi Gras parade. It was so packed it was hard to shoot individuals or small groups of people. At one point I set myself up in the shadows under a viaduct, looking at the streams of people walking from downtown into the Soulard district, like the photography advice sites say, waiting for people to come to me. Sorta worked. It was a lot easier to shoot up to people on the floats. 

I'm not a pop music fan but some of it leaks through to me. The song mentioned in the caption is well known. People sometimes chant it. I've given it a try only once. We once found ourselves on Myajima Island off the southern coast of Japan. The whole island is a Buddhist temple and Shinto shrine. Our group leader took us to a tiny bar, not even a sign outside. There was karaoke, of course. The patrons were mostly Japanese with some Brits and a few Swedes. We were the only Americans. To be brief, after rather too much sake the karaoke songbook was passed to me. I called up Springsteen's Born In The USA, singing a bit too loudly and with unreliable pitch. The other patrons, as Queen Victoria once said, were not amused.