John Etherington wrote:Tragic news...there can never be an E Street Band without him. I first saw Clarence at his first London Hammermith concert with Bruce (not the classic second one), and last time at Arsenal, a few years ago. The greatest concert I saw with him was the one at Wembley Stadium in 1985. R.I.P. Clarence.
on his official site, Springsteen wrote:
Clarence lived a wonderful life. He carried within him a love of people that made them love him. He created a wondrous and extended family. He loved the saxophone, loved our fans and gave everything he had every night he stepped on stage. His loss is immeasurable and we are honored and thankful to have known him and had the opportunity to stand beside him for nearly forty years. He was my great friend, my partner, and with Clarence at my side, my band and I were able to tell a story far deeper than those simply contained in our music. His life, his memory, and his love will live on in that story and in our band.
'blue guitar' on the backstreets forum wrote:
“When a great man dies, for years the light he leaves behind him, lies on the paths of men.”---Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
“Maybe,' I figgered, 'maybe it's all men an' all women we love; maybe that's the Holy Spirit-the human sperit-the whole shebang. Maybe all men got one big soul ever'body's a part of.' Now I sat there thinkin' it, an' all of a suddent-I knew it. I knew it so deep down that it was true, and I still know it."---John Steinbeck, Grapes of Wrath
Did you hear it, when sparks flew on E Street that first night Bruce Springsteen touched that hand, touched that heart, touched that mighty soul of Clarence Clemons. The world had never seen nor heard anything like it, nor will it ever be repeated.
In the silence that is now amongst us, take a moment and listen once more. Now do you hear it? Do you hear that sound? That deep rumble of the first notes of that huge saxophone. Keep listening, for that music is starting to cascade as it always has when Clarence plays. Listen very closely. Then you must know that the sound you hear, that glorious saxophone sound that only the Big Man could play, is coming from deep within your own heart. It’s his gift to you. It’s his way of saying he will never leave you, and you are a part of him .... An eternal heart beating to a saxophone playing within all of us.
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