Beneath the Surface of Bruce Springsteen

Bruce Springsteen reveals that his bravest journey has been wrestling with his own mental health. [ view in [browser](. add esquire@newsletter.esquire.com to your address book ] [Esquire]( [Sunday Reads] FOLLOW US [Facebook]( [Twitter]( [Pinterest]( [Instagram]( [You Tube]( [Google Plus]( [Beneath the Surface of Bruce Springsteen]( The first time I meet Bruce Springsteen is backstage at the Walter Kerr Theatre in New York, where he is in the homestretch of performing his one-man show, Springsteen on Broadway. It is a few weeks before I am supposed to sit with him for an interview, but his publicist has asked me to come by before this performance so he can, I deduce, check me out. I arrive at 7:00 and am directed to a small couch near the backstage bathroom. Finally, five minutes before curtain, I see, coming down the stairs that lead to his dressing room, a pair of black work boots and black-legged jeans. Springsteen ducks his head beneath a low arch and walks toward me, extending his hand and saying, "I’m Bruce." We shake hands, and then there is silence. He looks at me and I look at him, not sure what to say. At five-foot-ten, he’s taller than you think he’ll be; somehow, he remains the runty-scrawny kid in the leather jacket, possibly dwarfed in our minds due to the years he spent leaning against Clarence Clemons. That evening, Springsteen is weeks from notching his sixty-ninth birthday. And as we stand there, I find it impossible not to think that the journey he has undertaken in this decade of his life has been nothing short of miraculous. He entered his sixties struggling to survive a crippling depression, and now here he is approaching his seventies in triumph—mostly thanks to the success of this powerful, intimate show, which is not a concert but an epic dramatic monologue, punctuated with his songs. After a year of sold-out shows, he will close it out on December 15, the same night it will debut on Netflix as a film. He at last breaks the awkward silence by giving a small nod and saying to me—but more to himself, just as we all kind of say it to ourselves as we head out the door each day—"Well, I guess I better go to work." And with that he ambles toward stage right. [READ MORE]( [MORE FROM ESQUIRE] [Esquire]( [The Best TV Shows of 2018]( From compelling documentary series, revamped versions of classic favorites, or the continued off-the-wall brilliance of Donald Glover's creative reign, this year's television offerings prove that it'll take a lot of work to clear our DVRs—and our streaming queues. [Read On]( [Esquire]( [‘I Started To Ask Myself, Am I Tone Deaf Should I Even Be Doing This?’]( Four years after his fine art collection Angels debuted to acclaim, famed Victoria's Secret photographer Russell James is back with a follow-up collector's edition. 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