When ticket sales were announced for the ’78 Bruce Springsteen concert in Jadwin, my roommates asked if I wanted to join them in camping out overnight at the ticket booth. Thinking this was too fervent, I declined. So I sat in Jadwin’s balcony with my binoculars and watched “The Boss” standing in the front row singing “Spirit in the Night” — with his left arm around my roommate Bobby Varrin ’80’s shoulders. Springsteen traded his black beret for Bobby’s black tie, and wore the tie like a headband for the rest of the set. During a few of the faster numbers, the suspended gym floor was clearly undulating, its amplitude evident in my binoculars. Unforgettable.
When ticket sales were announced for the ’78 Bruce Springsteen concert in Jadwin, my roommates asked if I wanted to join them in camping out overnight at the ticket booth. Thinking this was too fervent, I declined. So I sat in Jadwin’s balcony with my binoculars and watched “The Boss” standing in the front row singing “Spirit in the Night” — with his left arm around my roommate Bobby Varrin ’80’s shoulders. Springsteen traded his black beret for Bobby’s black tie, and wore the tie like a headband for the rest of the set. During a few of the faster numbers, the suspended gym floor was clearly undulating, its amplitude evident in my binoculars. Unforgettable.