We’re talking about the summer of ‘87 when my cousin Luca and I met Springsteen at the Stone Pony in Asbury Park.
It was around 1 pm and after wandering around Asbury Park to see all the places Springsteen had made famous, we found ourselves almost by chance in front of the Stone Pony. So here we were in front of the Stone Pony with two possibilities. Either do something to try to get in... or go back to New York. We opted for the first solution. But here, too, it was luck that helped us because all of a sudden I realized that a side door was half-open. I went up and whispered to my cousin to go inside... Then I said to my cousin, “Look, we’ll go in, take a couple of pictures and be on our way.” ...And to think that he was undecided. I mustered my courage and opened the door... suddenly a man holding a broom asked us where we were going but after our response in English that was a bit school-level but understandable, he let us in. So, we began to look around all disoriented and in disbelief. My cousin always had his camera with him to take pictures here and there. I mean, we were inside the Stone Pony.