NEW YORK – His hair was all shaggy. The leather jacket newish. Those tennis shoes intentionally unmatching. He oozed energy and hunger as he literally scurried atop the tables at Greenwich Village's small Bottom Line nightclub, singing about running away from his Jersey home, searching for opportunities and seeking the promised land.
That was the first time I saw Bruce Springsteen in concert. It was August 1975, two weeks before his "Born to Run" album would arrive and transform him into a rock star.
Last month, I again saw the Boss in a small venue in Manhattan, the 975-seat Walter Kerr Theatre on Broadway.
His hair was razor-cut short, his T-shirt plain black, his boots thick-soled and matching. He either sat at a baby grand piano or stood still in front of a microphone stand, picking an acoustic guitar.
This time, Springsteen wasn't running and searching. This time he was reflecting on his life, where he came from, where he's been, what he's accomplished. "Springsteen on Broadway" — the latest endeavor in his Rock Hall of Fame career — is part monologue, part music and wholly unprecedented. No wonder he was given a special Tony Award last month.
The evening starts out with the Boss declaring himself to be a fraud. He has spent his entire career singing about the working class, but it's been a brilliant disguise. "I've never worked five days a week until right now," he jokes about his theater gig.
The Boss on Broadway is the toughest ticket in town — hotter than "Hamilton." Tickets to Mr. Working Class run $200 to $850 — face value. They are going for thousands on the resale market. The show, which has been extended twice, is sold out until it closes on Dec. 15.
Despite what he said onstage, backstage the Boss, 68, looks like a working stiff. He's wearing a weathered leather jacket over a plain white V-neck T-shirt, baggy carpenter pants and old brown boots that have never met shoe polish. Oh, he's got makeup on. That's showbiz.