Bruce Randall Hornsby nació el 23 de noviembre de 1954 en Williamsburg, Virginia, en el seno de una familia con una rica historia musical. Desde temprana edad, mostró un notable talento para la música, aprendiendo a tocar el piano con la ayuda de su madre y sus hermanos mayores. La influencia musical en su hogar fue variada, desde el jazz hasta la música clásica y el rock and roll, lo que permitió a Bruce desarrollar un estilo único.
Bruce cursó estudios en la Universidad de Richmond y la Berklee College of Music, donde perfeccionó sus habilidades pianísticas y expandió sus conocimientos musicales. Tras graduarse, comenzó su carrera profesional tocando en bandas locales y eventualmente se mudó a Los Ángeles en busca de mayores oportunidades.
En 1984, Bruce formó la banda Bruce Hornsby and the Range. Dos años más tarde, lanzaron su álbum debut The Way It Is, que rápidamente se convirtió en un éxito rotundo. El sencillo principal del mismo nombre, "The Way It Is", alcanzó el número uno en las listas de Billboard y se convirtió en una canción emblemática de la década de 1980. El álbum ganó el Premio Grammy al Mejor Artista Nuevo en 1987.
A lo largo de sus años con The Range, lanzaron otros álbumes exitosos como Scenes from the Southside (1988) y A Night on the Town (1990). La música de la
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Stander on the mountain Song Lyrics
Stander on the mountain by Bruce Hornsby B. R. Hornsby
And he stands at the banquet room bar
Looking over the crowd
The reunion band playing too loud
And he sees his fellow old star
Looks him up and down
Sees a little of himself in his frown
The stander on the mountain
Looking for the fountain to drink some, to think some
About the old days
King of the mountain
Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days
When he was the one
And the stander on the mountain runs
Let us sit and talk of old times
That's what we're supposed to do
And you don't look a day over thirty-two
Yes we were so funny and wild
There's an old friend of mine
Says I'm looking back most all the time
And the stander on the mountain
Listens to the sound of the city streets, the lonely heat
The town he once owned
King of the mountain
Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days
When he was the one
And the stander on the mountain runs
King of the hill runs away
Oh she's knocking on your door tonight
Oh she wants to see if she remembers right
Say won't you come outside tonight
Alright
They drive to the lookout on the hill
And when it was over
They sat there and looked back
Tomorrow was way in the distance
Tomorrow was a long time away
Nobody thought much about it
And there's nothing wrong if we live for today
I recall when you filled it on up
And you bowed to the crowd
The girls in the short skirts screaming loud
The stander on the mountain
Looking for the fountain to drink some, to think some
About the old days
Big man around town
Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days
When he was the one
And the stander on the mountain runs