Gulp. This one is hard to post. Play on Big Man, play on.
He’s still playing.
Seattle, 2008. Rosie!
Jump a little lighter.
My iPad is so pretty… Shame I can’t chose which I want. I need one for the lock screen and one for the home screen… HELP!
I have the bottom one on my phone, but it only shows their heads. Dang it.
Letter in the new Rolling Stone. I agree. Wouldn’t Clarence have made a great cover?
How big was the Big Man? Too fucking big to die. And that’s just the facts. You can put it on his grave stone, you can tattoo it over your heart. Accept it… it’s the New World.
I didn’t see yours! Great tramps think alike. Accept it. Is it odd that I love that there are no spelling/grammatical errors (that I can see) in the eulogy? A++++++
“So I won’t say goodbye to my brother, I’ll simply say, see you in the next life, further on up the road, where we will once again pick up that work, and get it done. “
“So, I’ll miss my friend, his sax, the force of nature his sound was, his glory, his foolishness, his accomplishments, his face, his hands, his humor, his skin, his noise, his confusion, his power, his peace. But his love and his story, the story that he gave me, that he whispered in my ear, that he allowed me to tell… and that he gave to you… is gonna carry on “
“Clarence was big, and he made me feel, and think, and love, and dream big. How big was the Big Man? Too fucking big to die. And that’s just the facts. You can put it on his grave stone, you can tattoo it over your heart. Accept it… it’s the New World.
That’s just the facts, Jack.
“But, standing together we were badass, on any given night, on our turf, some of the baddest asses on the planet. We were united, we were strong, we were righteous, we were unmovable, we were funny, we were corny as hell and as serious as death itself. And we were coming to your town to shake you and to wake you up. “
“I saw my pal striding out of the shadows of a half empty bar in Asbury Park, a path opening up before him; here comes my brother, here comes my sax man, my inspiration, my partner, my lifelong friend. “
Can Bruce write my eulogy?
” He was a dreadlocked giant, with great hands and a deep mellifluous voice sugared with kindness and regard. “
“Clarence’s ability to enjoy Clarence was incredible. Every night, in every place, the magic came flying out of C’s suitcase.”
They just deserve their own posts.
…..”“C” must have appeared as all of the African continent, shot through with American cool, rolled into one welcoming and loving figure. “
I am in love with Bruce Springsteen’s eulogy for his friend Clarence Clemons. Within it, there are enough stellar quotes to last a lifetime. The words roll off your tongue and are even better said aloud. I just have to share a few.
That “shot through with American Cool”, there’s a song in there somewhere.