A 45-Year-Old Photo of Bruce Springsteen Just Changed One Man’s Life

A music fan captured a key moment in rock history.

Bruce Springsteen, May 1974Courtesy Barry Schneier

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In the crowd, a music critic would write that he had seen the future of rock ’n’ roll. Sitting on a drum case at the same Harvard Square venue that night in 1974, photographer Barry Schneier focused his lens on the 24-year-old from New Jersey who was quietly beginning a song called For You on the piano.

Schneier printed a few of the images. Then he moved West, got married, had three children, and began a career in corporate video and event production. Decades later, prodded by his kids, Schneier submitted the photograph of Bruce Springsteen in a Boston Globe photo contest. He won.

The image captured the attention of Chris Phillips, the editor and publisher of Backstreets, a long-running Springsteen fan site. Backstreets published a few of Schneier’s photographs from that 1974 night in Cambridge, of which critic Jon Landau wrote: “I saw rock and roll future and its name is Bruce Springsteen.”

Readers wanted prints. A crowdsourced drive for a deluxe book of Schneier’s images raised $100,000. Suddenly, as the Boston Globe reported last week, Schneier was doing what he wanted to do as a young man—and taking photos again, not just of local concerts but of events at the Grammy Museum and the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

One night, his wife, Marty, asked if Schneier, now in his 60s, wanted to devote himself fully to photography again.

“I think I do,” he said.

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A puffin update. For those intrigued by last week’s Recharge column on surging Atlantic puffin pairings off the Maine coast, this summer was indeed record-setting for breeding, reports the Union of Concerned Scientists. On the Maine island of Egg Rock, where the National Audubon Society has had an outpost for nearly a half century, volunteers counted 188 breeding pairs of the birds, surpassing last year’s record of 178. Thanks to Derrick Z. Jackson for the tip.

I’ll leave you with this image, by Josh Packer, of Horseshoe Bend in Glen Canyon National Recreation Area in Arizona, via the Interior Department’s Twitter account. Happy trails in the week ahead!

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