The Student Prince
911 Kingsley St, Asbury Park, NJ 07712, USA
19?? - 19??
Today: Porta Pizza
Our Student Prince picture gallery
Bruce's introduction speech to "The E-Street Shuffle"
(The Bottom Line, New York City, August 15, 1975)
"It was, uh, about three, four years ago - four years ago now, about this
time of year, it was around August on a night like this. I was working in
this bar down on the shore. I worked there for three or four months, this
place called the Student Prince. [A girl shouts] Yes! Where you going? So
it was me and it was Steve here and... and Garry, Garry was in the band
then. And Southside Johnny. Do you folks get down to the shore much?
[cheers] Well, you gotta go see Southside Johnny's band, he’s got a band
there; yeah, the Jukes [giggle]
Anyway, this is about three, four years ago, me and Steve and Garry are
working in this bar down there. And we was feeling like, like real
discouraged at the time, because no one would give us a gig or nothing. We
went into this bar - the only way we got this job was this guy had just
bought the bar and we went into this bar about midnight on a Saturday
night. You know, there should be a few folks in there, right? Went into
this place, the darkest, dampest, dingiest place you’ve ever seen and
there was nobody in there, right?
So we walk up to this guy and say we'll play for the door. You know, we'll
charge a dollar at the door and we'll play for that. So we had a
seven-piece band at the time, we got a big band. And we brought the band
in the first week and we played and we made about, hell, we must have
made... [Steve: “Thirteen seventy-five”] Yeah, we split $13.75 between the
seven of us. And a few guys quit, you know. The next week I was there with
a six-piece band. I threw some cat out: next week a five-piece band. This
went on for a few weeks until we got it down to like... you get down to
your boys when you're starving.
We was playing this joint and we was always figuring, like, these people
was always trying to set us up, like “Man, I got the manager from the
Byrds coming down here tonight to check you guys out. So you dudes better
be good.” Right? So we would play like mad dogs all night. And about three
in the morning we'd all be sitting at this damn little table, saying “Where
is the cat, you know? What happened to the joker? Where is the dude?”
And Steve, Steve was known then for practicing his guitar, day in and day
out, night and day, all the time. Every time I'd see him, he would
practice, practice, practice. He always had his guitar with him,
everywhere he went, you know. See him on the boardwalk, he's got his
guitar with him. Practice, practice, practice.
So one night after the gig, we was all feeling down in the dumps and all
pissed off, and you know, you're sitting there saying “Man, we're better
than them cats and they got two records out. How come we ain't got no
record out?” You do all that kind of stuff, you know. Me and Steve was
feeling really, really drugged out, and we figured we were gonna go home,
figured we'd walk north along the boardwalk.
So we got out there and it was a damn nasty night. It was raining and the
club was flooded because some like bikers came along and ripped off the
front door. Really, they just took the sucker off and brought it home with
them or something. I don't know what they did with it. They ate that