Springfield 22.08.1976



Bootleg vecchissimo quello che ho recuperato oggi, il tour è infatti quello di Born to Run (secondo leg) e il concerto è quello del 22 agosto 1976 a Springfield.

Non riesco a trovare la copertina giusta per questo bootleg, la suddivisione delle tracce è infatti leggermente diversa.

Springsteen e la E-Street Band suonarono:

  1. (Sirius – intro)
  2. Night
  3. Rendezvous
  4. Spirit In The Night
  5. It’s My Life
  6. Thunder Road
  7. She’s The One
  8. Born to Run (cut)
  9. Something In The Night
  10. Backstreets
  11. Miami Horns – intro
  12. Tenth Avenue Freeze Out
  13. Jungleland
  14. Rosalita (cut)

Il bootleg è di buona qualità ed è stato registrato dalla radio come si può sentire dalla prima traccia.

Al primo che indovina cosa sta suonando Roy durante la presentazione della band su Rosalita mando una copia del CD.


Domani! 21.12.2012



[post aggiornato]

Rimasterizzazione di EV2 (ma quante ne ha fatte ormai?) della registrazione della serata del 4 aprile 1976 alla Michigan State University.

Sul secondo disco sono state inserite come bonus quattro canzoni suonate da Springsteen e la E-street band fra il 1975 e il 1977 tratte da vari bootleg.

Disc One:

01 Night
02 Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out
03 Spirit In The Night

04 It’s My Life
05 Thunder Road
06 She’s The One
07 Born To Run
08 Frankie
09 Meeting Across The River
10 Backstreets
11 Growin’ Up
12 It’s Hard To Be A Saint In The City

Disc Two:

01 Jungleland
02 Instrumental Intro
03 Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)
04 Raise Your Hand
05 4th Of July, Asbury Park (Sandy)
06 The Detroit Medley
07 Quarter To Three

08 Rendezvous – Maple Leaf Gardens, Toronto, Ontario February 13, 1977
09 Something In The Night – Maple Leaf Gardens, Toronto, Ontario February 13, 1977
10 Action In The Streets – Maple Leaf Gardens, Toronto, Ontario February 13, 1977
11 Lonely Night In The Park – Born To Run Studio Outtake, 1975


THE PALLADIUM 28.10.1976

Un po’ alla volta la sistemazione dei bootleg procede.

Oggi ho riscoperto questo vecchio bootleg di Springsteen datato 28 ottobre 1976.

Qualche dato:

Sony 158SD Cassette>CDR
Magix EQ, CD Wav Editor, Roxio

This is the final show in the Original Master Series recordings unless I hear otherwise.

This is from October 28, 1976.

When Mr Anonymous initially contacted me with these shows, he mentioned that his recordings circulated years ago, but what may be in circulation from his original recordings are copies of copies of copies of cassettes.
Meaning, that those in circulation are generations from his original master recording. Long before CDRs and Digital Downloads became the standard for trading music, there was the magic of tape trading. A copy of a cassette is not the same as a copy of a CD. Cassettes lose quality, whereas flac files and CDRs are lossless.
So, this was the motivation for re-releasing these recordings to the Bruce Springsteen fan community today.
Fanatic Records in association with Mr Anonymous is happy to share these shows with Bruce Tramps worldwide!

Enjoy and share!
Fanatic Records

La scaletta della serata:




04 4th of July Asbury, Park (Sandy)
05 A Fine Fine Girl



Articolo su Bruce Springsteen del 1976  di Robert Ducan pubblicato su Creem.

By Robert Duncan
Understand. New Jersey has no baseball or football teams and half of it stinks. It used
to be that if you were from Jersey and you came over to New York— by that I mean
Manhattan, naturally; Queens certainly doesn’t count—you didn’t admit you were
from Jersey. No, if there was one thing we New Yorkers could get together on it was
Jersey: not a one of us would’ve given a second thought to blowing the joint off the
face of the universe like the infected pimple that it was…Was, I say. My God, how
times change. I mean, I stopped going to the Academy of Music on 14th Street
because the average patron there was a Jerseyite—you know, loud or nodded out or
smelly or in any way obnoxious. But now, just like the guys down the hall from me
who pretend that they’re black and jive and shuffle about the building all day, I—a
New York chauvinist if ever there was one—wonder why my mother wasn’t
considerate enough to have gone to Jersey to borne me. And when folks ask, these
days, if I have any interest in impressing them, I say: “Me? Hey, I’m from Jersey,
man!” Because—may Fiorello LaGuardia rest in peace—it’s finally and unmistakably
hip to be from the “armpit of the nation,” that newly-venerable State of New Jersey…
But, of course, I don’t try to fool these guys, these authentic specimens, and besides,
they probably have ways of checking . . .
“I was born in Sheboygan,” I tell Bruce Springsteen, Miami Steve Van Zandt and
company, who unanimously fall over in their seats laughing, having just discussed the
drag scene that had gone down in Wisconsin—they think it was “some place like
Sheboygan probably.” And they’re still laughing while this chick journalist who is
accompanying the band and who lives in England “but originally came from Jersey”—I
bet, bitch!—asks me with a singular ridiculing distaste, “Exactly how do you spell

Well, all I know is God wasn’t shittin’! The last shall be first, indeed! And I begin to
“Sure, I know,” Springsteen readily ad mits. “When I was 18 and playing in this place
in California in this bar band these people would come up to us and say, ‘Hey, I really
dig you guys! Where do ya come from?’ And I’d say, ‘New Jersey,’ And they’d just go
‘Yecch! Ecch!”‘ So he knows, huh. I suggest to Springsteen that he probably should get
some sort of public service citation from the Governor (if this one’s not in jail yet)
for finally making Jersey—I chose my next word carefully so as not to flatter my
uppity tormentors —”tolerable.” But Bruce doesn’t detect my thinly-veiled sarcasm,
mulls the point over for a moment, stroking his grizzly chin, and says, “I ain’t got
nothin’ from nobody in Jersey. I mean, when I’m home I walk up and down the
boardwalk all day and not one person—well, sometimes one—stops and says, ‘Hi!’ or
‘Hey, I know you!'” Then the lights go on behind this Jersey punk’s eyes—which he
averts from mine, shyly, because we’ve just recently met—and he tells me
whimsically, but only half jokingly, “What I think I’m gonna do is get on all the
clothes I’m wearing on the album, you know, and get it just right. And hold my guitar
out here, this way, just so…And maybe I’ll even get ol’ Clarence and lean on him just
so…Do the whole cover thing… Maybe then people’ll notice.” And for the first time
since the show several hours earlier Springsteen laughs in his wheezing kind of
chortle-through-the-nose way and looks directly at me. The ice is broken.
As the waitress passes, my new buddy (Can a guy from New York really call a guy
from Jersey his “buddy”? I am drunk.) and I decide that more beer is in order. While
it’s only Springsteen’s second of the evening, the record company man asks
protectively of his Next Big Thing, “You sure you should have another, Bruce?” In
mortal fear that I may lose a drinking partner, I insist that Springsteen try the famous
local brand. Over the protestations of the company man, Springsteen instructs the
waitress “OK, yeah. Give me one of them.” He points to my empty. “But I won’t know
the difference,” he says to me. “I don’t realIy drink beer.” Doesn’t drink beer? I
remark to myself suspiciously. And when he confirms the stories that he doesn’t take
drugs either…well, frankly, it bothers me. Somehow, in terms of the tradition which
he is carrying on, it makes Springsteen, the would-be new Rock ‘n’ Roll Rebel King,
somewhat inauthentic.
I must deal with this contradiction. Sitting across from him in this sleazy downtown
Detroit jock bar, once owned by ex-football star turned TV personality Alex Karras,
this place that is absolutely a drinker’s hangout. I assess the Phenomenon’s offstage
persona, seeking the flaws. The clothing immediately stands out. In place of the
studded black leather jacket, which Springsteen expropriated from James Dean for
stage use, is a much more stylish, tapered sport coat of reddish leather. In place of
the sneakers, which the record company has established as some sort of trademark,
is a pair of brand new shiny high-heeled boots. Aha! This street kid stuff is just so
much showmanship as I had suspected! Beside me, Miami Steve, who has a much
more recognizably Jersey accent as well, looks more the part than Springsteen (or
“Da Boss,” as he calls him), having shed his onstage pimp costume to deck himself
out entirely in black leather. Disillusionment is setting in. Then I listen to the
Springsteen is speaking in what appears to be his natural voice, breathy, gritty with a
black cadence. He and Miami are talking about their old buddies on E Street (Yes,
there is such a place) and if those guys could see them now. As Bruce has been
warming up with the beer which he so rarely indulges in, Steve has been warming up
with these miniature bottles of rose. Now they’re talking quite seriously about the
boardwalk at Asbury Park and the pinball machines. Miami Steve has made the
seemingly logical proposal to Bruce that if the pinball people can make an “Elton
John-Pinball Wizard” table, why shouldn’t there be a “Bruce Springsteen-Born To Run”
table as well. Bruce explains to him with a similar forthrightness and logic, “Ya see,
these guys wanna make bucks…You gotta be famous.” (Little did the two kids quietly
turning over their dream world, determining what is and what will be, realize that
around the next corner lurked Time and Newsweek covers. Little did they dream of
Springsteen’s unprecedented ascension to nationwide fame.) Then they started to
tease their record company guys, New York City rats both, about a recent trip to
Asbury Park. Bruce mockingly relates the incident wherein one of the guys joined him
on Asbury Park’s infamous “Rock ‘n’ Roll Ride.” “It goes around and round,” he
explains. “And up and down, in and out”—he accelerates with the ride—”and this and
that way andall-over-the-place!Wow!” he laughs. The company guy owns up, “Yeah, I
was screwed up for two whole days afterwards.” Tapered red leather sports coat?
That’s just the way they dress up in Jersey for a Saturday night. Listening to
Springsteen, it becomes readily apparent that he’s for real, that if he’s no longer one
of them, at least he’s from them, those kids he writes about, and deeply rooted in the
steamy, frenetic landscape of Asbury Park, New Jersey. And while the Next Big
Punk/Street Poet/Rock ‘n’ Roller hype may have put his current album at the top of
the charts, it certainly isn’t disseminated by him and seems to have caused
Springsteen enough pain with the pleasure.
We’re talking about the recording of Bom To Run. Abruptly. Bruce shifts gears and
stomps on the pedal. He leans across the table willfully to within inches of my face.
Everyone else at the table is shut out. His eyes are ablaze. “That was the most horrible
period of my life…the most horrible period of my life,” he states, shaking his head
slowly back and forth and sweeping his hand unequivocably across everything. And
when I ask him why, he grabs the Columbia press packet from in front of his publicist
and holds it up beside his face. Across the top is Jon Landau’s famous quote, “I saw
the rock ‘n’ roll future and its name is Springsteen.” Bugging eyes rivet me. Then
impulsively, frustratedly, Springsteen bites the packet and rips it with his teeth,
finally tearing it in half with his hands and throwing it to the floor. “THAT!” he barks
savagely in answer to my question.
“Let me tell ya,” he continues more quietly, but no less intensely. “I had this horrible
pressure in the studio and for the whole last part of the record l was living in this
certain Inn in New York over west. The place is, in fact, notorious and has been raided
more than once for gambling and prostitution.] And the room there had this…” He
sizes something up. “It had this crooked mirror. And everyday, before I’d go over to
the studio I’d straighten out this crooked mirror…And everyday when I’d come home,
that mirror was crooked again. Every time. That crooked mirror…it just couldn’t stay
straight…So I’m in there with this crooked mirror and after about a week the room
started to look like Nagasaki anyway…” He pauses suspended in his gesture that
indicates the room and then launches in again. “…junk all over the place. And then
one day this chick I was with one night in Texas calls up and says she’s in Jersey and
she doesn’t have any place to stay and she’s freakin ‘ out! And so finalIy I say, ‘OK.
You can stay here.’ So every day I’d go into the studio and there was that and then I’d
come home and there’d be this crooked mirror and…this crazy chick, you see.” And
he has to laugh as each Chinese box of his story gives way to another absurd package.
But as Springsteen goes on, elaborating on how every day of recording was supposed
to be the last, brief sessions stretching on into weeks, and how everybody was
“getting crazy,” he gets serious again. “One night,” he tells me, “towards the end of
the record, I was sittin’ there at the piano in the studio, tryin’ to get down the last
cut, ‘She’s the One,’ and Landau’s in the booth and we’ve been at it for hours and
hours. I just lean my head down on the piano. It just won’t come. And everybody’s
tryin’ to tell me how to do it—they were all there to help me and they were really
tryin’—and Landau’s sayin’ this and that and freakin’ out…and then, all of a sudden,
everyone looks around and Landau has just disappeared, just walked off into the
night— night, it was like six a.m.—couldn’t take it. He was smart to go home and get
some sleep. The whole thing was like that. And when I got home around 10 in the
morning to the room with the crooked mirror, this chick she says to me—she says it
every night when I come home—”and Springsteen’s voice softens, ” ‘Is it finished?’
and I say, ‘No.’ And I could’ve cried…l almost cried…” Springsteen goes further away
for a moment. “…Well, maybe I did cry a little…” And then snaps back. “…I almost
The “crazy chick” is now his nearlongtime girlfriend, Karen Darvin. And the record?
“After it was finished? I hated it! I couldn’t stand to listen to it. I thought it was the
worst piece of garbage I’d ever heard. I told Columbia I wouldn’t release it. I told ’em
I’d just go down to the Bottom Line gig and do all the new songs and make it a live
album.” Of course, Columbia prevailed upon him to release the record, and while it
did rise to the top of the charts and while Bruce can now laugh and say of the album
these several months later, “I like it,” he also assures firmly: “Never again!”
But you mustn’t believe him. First of all, he’s from Jersey. Second: just listen to the
care that went into Born To Run and you try and figure out how he can retreat from
that. Third: he has this limitless energy and is driven by a sincere desire to give an
audience everything that they could have hoped for in a performance because “You
cannot take the audience lightly.” Unless he gets thoroughly corrupted by corporate
economic policy and/or his own publicity, this guy will never just put out
“product”—live or in the studio—he’s too honest.
Miami Steve is making sure that the barmaid tells Alex Karras that “Miami says hello,”
as we’re all swept out of the bar. One record company guy has gone ahead to get the
car, and, as we emerge onto the street, he pulls up. Everybody is piling in when
Springsteen announces, “Nahh, I don’t want to drive. I’m gonna walk back.” And he
expands his chest to take in a lungful of the dubiously nutritional Detroit air. In
drunken mimicry, I do the same…and damned if it don’t feel good! I tap on my chest
and shout to Springsteen, “H20! H20!” And he responds at first with a sheepish grin,
unsure of my comic intentions, but a little drunk himself, echoes “Right! H20!” And
despite the protests of the company chaperones, the Next Big Thing and I set off into
the murky Motown night, oblivious to danger and also oblivious to the fact that I’m
not at all sure of the direction of the hotel, though I’m a certifiably good guesser.
Springsteen has his harp out and is stepping jauntily in time to his own
unaccompanied version of “Not Fade Away,” singing between his honks in a quiet
sinuous wheeze. (If they ain’t downed out, Jersey cats can get hopelessly corny.) A
block into our perilous journey, Springsteen realizes that the company guys are
following slowly behind us in the car. He motions them on. When they stay put, he
steps up to the car and good-naturedly tells them to “Get outta here!” We walk on.
Another block. The car remains on our trail. Suddenly, Springsteen pivots and races
head-on at the slow-moving car, bounding solidly onto the hood in his high-heeled
boots, and then stomping and skidding his way onto the roof where in mock-frenzy
attack he jumps up and down repeatedly. “Hey! You’re gonna wreck the goddamned
rented car, Bruce!” some Nervous Nellie within shouts out. “Nahhh!” Springsteen
countermands as he finishes his assault and leaps back to the pavement. The car
scoots off.
I laugh. It’s the kind of wanton nonsense that I expect from Rock ‘n’ Roll Kings. He
chortles in his nose and withdraws back into the harp and IINot Fade Away.” But fade
away he does. Back at the hotel (amazingly enough) he makes a gracious, if
perfunctory, gesture to invite us all in, but when we get off the elevator at the sixth
floor it’s clear that he’s heading towards his room—swaying, actually—and sleep and
that everyone else should go elsewhere. Aww! Those Jersey punks could never take it!
I think as I careen off to whatever I can find. But in a more rational moment, I realize
that mere mortals must sleep.



Interessante raccolta con 17 versioni Sad Eyes suonate da Bruce Springsteen dal 1976 al 1978.

La scaletta:

1. 9/30/76 Civic Centre, Santa Monica CA
2. 10/10/76 University of Miami, Oxford OH
3. 10/29/76 Palladium, NYC
4. 10/30/76 Palladium, NYC
5. 11/4/76 The Palladium, New York, NY
6. 2/13/77 Maple Leaf Gardens, Toronto, Canada
7. 2/22/77 Arena Auditorium, Milwaukie, WI

8. 3/4/77 The Auditorium, Jacksonville, FL
9. 3/13/77 Towson State Univ, Baltimore, MD
10. 3/23/77 Music Hall, Boston, MA
11. 3/25/77 Boston Music Hall, Boston, MA
12. 5/31/78 The Music Hall, Boston, MA
13. 6/16/78 Memorial Hall, Kansas City, MO
14. 8/4/78 Civic Centre, Charleston, WV
15. 9/30/78 The Fox Theatre, Atlanta, GA
16. 12/31/78 Richfield Coliseum, Cleveland, OH
17. 12/19/78 Paramount Theater, Portland, OR

Il commento del realizzatore della raccolta:

Bruce Springsteen
Sad Eyes Compilation Disc “Saddest Eyes”

This disc contains seventeen versions of “Sad Eyes”, spanning its first appearance in 1976 to its last appearance at the end of the ’78 tour.

(For those who may not be familiar with the ‘song’, “Sad Eyes” is what people call the interlude at the end of Backstreets that eventually became “Drive All Night” on The River album.)

OK, everyone’s got their favorite. As can be seen by their recent popularity, NYC Serenade and Thunder Road are certainly many people’s faves. I was always fascinated by Sad Eyes, especially how it changed over the three tours in which it was performed. Starting from a short interlude in 1976, then moving into a long and always-changing story, and finally developing into what later became a released song.
So I undertook a project to compile the best versions from all the best recordings, chronicling its evolution and creating a history of the piece.
I admit it – I love this disc. Of the hundreds (thousands?) of Bruce shows I’ve listened to over the last 25 years, this disc contains 90% of the material that when listening, blew me away. From the kings ringing the bells, to Joey the cop, the screaming “YOU LIED!!!!” God and the angels blowing the whole town into the sea, the old Cadillac (sitting in the back seat) and the burning farmhouse, Billy shooting his .22 at the shadows, such pretty lies, driving all night to buy some shoes, the short addition as a prelude to Backstreets, and even with an argument with a girl in the audience.

But the question is still unresolved – WHO IS TERRY? Is Terry a male friend, or is Terry his girlfriend?

Lineage – varies, but all are from CDs; some probably CDR copies of the silvers, some directly off the silver. Didn’t have an extractor/ripper, so used a microscope to transcribe the 1s and 0s into a text file, then just changed the extension to .wav – But NOTHING mp3-sourced! Lineage before they got to the silver boots? Uh, probably a home-rigged mic setup, recorded from the third stall in the men’s room, transferred through four generations of mis-aligned tape until finally bootlegged to vinyl, then played, scratched and mishandled for twenty years before being transferred to CD and sold by the bootleggers as the “Gold Limited Edition” version.



Mississippi Boss è stato uno dei miei primi  bootleg di Springsteen e testimonia una delle ultime date del primo leg del tour di Born to Run .

I dettagli:

New Orleans 13 maggio 1976.

01 Night
02 10th avenue freeze-out
03 Spirit in the night
04 It’s my life
05 Thunder road
06 She’s the one
07 Born to run
08 Pretty Flamingo
09 Growin’ up
10 It’s hard to be a saint in the city
11 Backstreets
12 Jungleland
13 Rosalita (Come out tonight)
14 Raise your hand
15 4th of July, Asbury Park (Sandy)
16 New Orleans
17 Detroit Medley




Bootleg “misto” questo di oggi è infatti la registrazione di un concerto di Patti Smith al Bottom Line di New York il 26 novembre 1976.

Concerto a cui partecipano anche Bruce Springsteen e John Cale.

I dettagli del bootleg :

“We’re Gonna Have A Real Good Time Together”
Patti Smith w/ Bruce Springsteen & John Cale
“Original Master Series”
The Bottom Line
New York, NY
November 26, 1976

Disc One

01 Monologue 17:17
02 My Car Was Invisible 4:22
03 Case of Bruce Springsteen w/Bruce on piano 6:34
04 Jesse James w/Bruce on piano 8:56
05 We’re Gonna Have A Real Good Time Together w/Bruce on piano 4:09
06 Redondo Beach 4:00
07 Ask The Angels 5:26
08 Time Is On My Side 5:49
09 Playing with Fire 2:33
10 Pumping  4:03
11 You Can Dig It w/Bruce on guitar 10:03

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Discreto bootleg audio di Springsteen e la E-street registrato a Cleveland l’8 Aprile 1976 esattamente 33 anni fa quindi.

Ecco la scaletta:

Disc One

1. Night
2. Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out
3. Spirit In The Night
4. It’s My Life
5. Thunder Road
6. She’s The One
7. Born To Run

Disc Two

1. Incident On 57th Street
2. Everytime You Walk Into The Room
3. Frankie
4. Backstreets
5. Growin Up
6. It’s Hard To Be A Saint In The City
7. Jungleland

Buon ascolto.