“So there we were, just minding our own business, spending some time on the boardwalk with some lame photographer that our parents made us hire so we could get our engagement pictures in the Asbury Park Press. Just when we were starting to get in the right sort of mood, we heard the sputter of a ’69 Chevy with a 396 off in the distance, then POOF! The next thing we knew, Bruce Springsteen was sitting next to us, strumming along to a song we didn’t recognize and totally hogging the bench! He asked us, ‘What’s the matter, you didn’t buy Working On A Dream after I played the title track during the Super Bowl halftime special?’, and we were all, ‘Sorry, we flipped over to the Lingerie Bowl.’
“So he proceeded to play us every song from that terrible record on his acoustic, including weird B-sides and alternate arrangements we’d never heard before. Then he started crying, blubbering something under his breath about how time slips away and leaves you with nothing, mister, but boring stories of glory days. And we were like, ‘Sorry, Boss, I guess we grew up in more of a John Cafferty & The Beaver Brown Band household, that’s all.’ He trudged away, forlorn, but the worst part wasn’t that we hurt his feelings. We were just pissed that all the good light had gone away! What a waste of $75 bucks!”
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[H/t to Blogness On The Edge Of Town via SoupSoup]
UPDATE: Turns out the photographs were shot by a New Jersey area photographer named Kella McPhee, who blogged about our post on her blog today.
