This Week In Photography Books: Roger Eberhard
I met Bruce Springsteen a long time ago. When I still lived in New Jersey. Back when he was a GOD.
It must have been 1992, or thereabouts. I was working in a restaurant in Sea Bright. Down the Shore. The joint was built right upon a brackish inlet, across the street from the Atlantic Ocean.
I’d heard that Bruce liked to show up in an open-topped red Jeep, with Patti in the passenger seat, and the kids in the back. So I HAD been warned. But still, I was not prepared for what it felt like, …read more
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