Springsteen & I: 'Even the noses ...'

In honor of today's re-release of the documentary "Springsteen & I," this is the final installment of a two-part blog recounting the day I met the Boss.

The day had arrived. It was May 11, 1976.

Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band was to play that night at Auburn's Memorial Coliseum. 

With the previous week's impersonation still in mind, I got ready for the show: Floppy hat, denim shirt, blue jeans, earring, boots, reflective sunglasses and a leather motorcycle jacket borrowed from my fraternity brother Don Kaufman. The jacket, which I didn't wear during the campus walk the week before, was added for the "Born to Run" album cover effect.

My date, Cindy Burland, and I headed to the Coliseum a couple hours before showtime. I was hoping to meet up with Skip Bishop, the student entertainment committee director, and see if he could arrange a meeting after the show with Springsteen. Cindy and I went to the main doors of the building and asked someone there if they knew anyone who could hook us up with Skip.

No luck.

So, we headed back to the concourse in front of the building and waited. A couple minutes later, a student came up and asked "Are you going to play 'New York City Serenade'?"

Wow. He was a real fan. The song was from Springsteen's third album "The Wild, the Innocent and the E Street Shuffle." 

Well, here was my chance to come clean. To tell him, I'm just an Auburn student from Jersey who is a big Springsteen fan.

"Uh, we just might," I answered. "Thank you for asking. Hope you enjoy the show." 

We shook hands; he walked away and Cindy, who was a TKE little sister, gave me such a look. 

A few minutes later, I suggested we walk around to the back of the Coliseum and see if we could find Skip. As we walked there, I noticed a group of guys throwing around a baseball. We got to the back of the building and we noticed they stopped playing and started walking toward us. 

Then, I heard words I will never forget.

"Hey Bruce! Bruce. Look at this."

Gulp.

From the group walked a guy about my size and build, with a beard and long, dark wavy hair. He was wearing a yellow "Bad News Bears" T-shirt, Army fatigue pants and sneakers.

It was Springsteen.

We walked toward each other, he was grinning and I think I was too. We shook hands, looked eye to eye (we were the same height) and, in his gravelly voice, he said, "How ya doin'?"

I answered, "Fine. Thanks."

Then, more words I will never forget. "Look. Even the noses!"

At that, we both turned and looked at a grinning Steven Van Zandt. 

We chatted a little and I asked him if he had heard about the impersonation.

"Yeah," he said. "It's cool. It's cool."

Then, he said he and the band had to get ready for the show but asked if we would like to come backstage afterward.

"Uh, yeah. Sure."

"Cool. See you then. Enjoy the show."

We sat just behind the sound crew, center of the seats with almost every one of my fraternity brothers and their dates. I was hoping Springsteen would live up to their expectations. My expectations? Hell, I just met him. I was set for life.

During the show, he wore a black three-piece suit - minus the tie - which surprised me. But he didn't hold back in his performance. Though there were only about 1,500 to 2,000 people there and the arena was sectioned off to seat about 4,000, he gave the crowd their money's worth - and more.

At one point, during "Spirit in the Night," he left the stage and climbed into the stands. I thought that was part of his performance. And one of the sound crew waved to him, which I thought was interesting. But, after the show, he said he was coming up to try and find me. And that explained the sound guy's wave - he was signalling I was there or, most likely, Springsteen needed to get back on stage. 

Here are links to some songs from the show, filmed in 8mm.

Spirit in the Night: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3TwswT3VKgI

She's the One: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4A4GtK9z2uM

10th Avenue Freeze Out: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YreeqdgfHm8

Compilation: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9H9x9RENRCs

After the show, Cindy and I went backstage and caught up with Clarence Clemons, who was truly a big man and seemed quite taken with my date. Also Steve van Zandt and keyboardist Danny Federici stopped by. A few minutes later, Bruce, who had changed out of the three-piece, sweat-soaked suit came out and we talked. "Enjoy the show?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah," I answered.

Danny and Steve left after a couple of minutes but Clarence stayed. I had the Time and Newsweek magazines with Springsteen on the cover and he and Bruce signed them. Unfortunately, the magazines have since been lost. 

In the meantime, as our conversation wound down, Springsteen made a surprise request.

He asked if I wanted to join them on the bus to New Orleans, where they were to play two days later. I was stunned. I paused, still in shock, then answered.

"Um, no thanks, I have classes."

To this day, I can't believe I said that. I was not exactly a top student at the time and this was definitely a once in a lifetime opportunity. But I turned it down, nonetheless. 

"That's cool," Springsteen answered. "We have to get ready to go. Nice meeting you, Bud. And you, Cindy."

With that, he and Clarence returned to the dressing room and Cindy and I left, walking back to the TKE house, a couple of spirits in a memorable night.

Springsteen & I: "Fake singer fools students"

Tomorrow, July 30, the documentary "Springsteen & I" will be shown at the Hollywood 18 theaters in Huntsville. It was shown July 22 but is being re-released.
In honor of that occasion, I am putting in writing - for the first time - my own "Springsteen & I" experience.

Years ago, I was told I bore a resemblance to The Boss. You can judge for yourself, that's me in 1976 at the TKE house, front row, third from the left. Next to me is Cindy Burland, who was my date at the Springsteen concert.
So, when it was announced that Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band would be playing at Auburn in May, a couple of my TKE fraternity brothers and I came up with the idea of Springsteen visiting the campus before the show.
We figured the perfect place to make the "announcement" was an upcoming "battle of the bands." It also helped that one of my fraternity brothers, Greg Dowdy, was in a band playing that night. Between songs, he told the crowd there was a rumor Springsteen was going to be on campus a couple days before his show to check out the venue.
Now, there was not much of a reaction because his popularity was nowhere near what it is now, particularly in 1976 Auburn, Ala., but there was a little murmur in the crowd.
Next, it was time to plan the visit.
Dexter "Doc" Dunnavant and Don Conner were going to act as my - er, uh, Springsteen's - escorts on campus for the visit on a Friday. Since not a whole lot of Auburn students had heard of Springsteen, let alone know what he looked like, several Tekes and little sisters would be on the Haley Center concourse announce the arrival ("There he is!" "Is it really Springsteen?" "Wow! I can't believe he's here!).

Springsteen on "Born to Run"

Doc, Don and I parked at Toomer's Corner and walked across campus to Haley Center. They were wearing shirts, ties and a vest while I was in jeans, denim shirt and floppy cap. To add to the ensemble, I was wearing an earring borrowed from Jody Hart, a Teke little sister.
As we reached the concourse, the brothers and little sisters went into high gear; a couple of them even brought cameras. Their "excitement" spread among the other Auburn students. Surprisingly, there were actually Springsteen fans and, fortunately, didn't recognize the "fake singer."
Autographs were signed; hands were shook; pictures were taken. I was even invited to a "High-centennial Party" (it was the Bicentennial, remember) by a group of girls. I didn't take them up because I figured the hoax would be exposed by then and didn't want to face a group of angry students.

Not Bruce Springsteen at the beach

The original plan was to walk along the concourse, do the autograph/picture thing and get out of there. But the plan nearly backfired when a student/fan tagged along with us. The four of us ended up walking to the Coliseum, looking it over and then we three planned to head back to the car. Well, by coincidence, the fan was parked by the Coliseum and offered to give us a ride back to Toomer's.
We obligingly accepted and, after the ride and many thanks, we got out of his car, got into ours and headed back to the TKE house.
After a couple of hours, the adrenalin rush subsided and we went about our business - it was, after all, Friday and the weekend was beckoning. We celebrated the successful mission which turned out to be truly memorable and couldn't have been accomplished without everyone's help.
However, little did I know, the best was yet to come.

Tomorrow: Springsteen & I: "Even the noses ..."

Facing frustration

The following blog is in a different tone than previous blogs. The author is a tad frustrated with his job search.

Well, I went and done it. I admitted frustration. And that's because, well, I am frustrated.

You see, it's been nearly 10 months since I was let go by my employer of some 27 years because I didn't have the "skill set" necessary for the new age of media.

Well, that's kind of amazing because here I am blogging, which I do believe is the new age of media. And, the thing is, I - as well as my co-workers who were also tossed to the roadside for the same alleged reason - have been posting online for a few years, as well as the old-fashioned newspaper-style reporting.

But that's another post for another day. 

So, back to the frustration.

I never thought it would take longer than this to find a job. I know I have something to offer and I don't understand why I'm still searching. I touched on this in a May blog about the over-50, underemployed crowd. I did believe that is part of the problem but in subsequent interviews, I was told that age isn't necessarily a factor. In fact, a few companies cherished their veterans.

I'm told, "well, you'd have to take an entry-level position and we really can't do that because you have a lot of experience."

So, let's find the middle ground. Or, hell, I'll take the entry-level job. After all, it is a job. Right now, I'm working for Sports Authority ... in the warehouse ... unloading trucks and moving the products to the sales floor. 

I'm not making anywhere near what I made at The Times, but I'm working. I'm also helping first-time sports families find the right equipment, uniforms, etc., for their young athletes. That's fulfilling in itself. With three boys having played sports, I can provide some advice.

But, I'm a writer. 

I've done free-lance work which is proving difficult to find on a regular basis. There are a lot of free-lance writers out there and a limited amount of work and money.

Meanwhile, the frustration and worry continue to build. There have been tears. Some nights, sleep is impossible.

Will I ever find another writing job? 

Friends try to pick up my spirits, give me hope. "You'll find something." "There's something out there with your name on it." "The right job just hasn't opened yet."

I appreciate their concerns and good wishes. I really do. In fact, I have a lot of people to thank for saying or writing the right thing at the time I needed to hear or read it.

I try to keep positive but still the worry builds and self-doubt creeps in. How long will it be before I do find "the right job"? Will I ever "find something"? Where is that job with my "name on it"?

Frustrating ...