...Standing together we were badass, on any given night, on our turf, some of the baddest on 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. Together we told an older, richer story about the possibilities of friendship that transcended those I'd written in my songs and in my music. Clarence carried it in his heart. It was a story where the scooter and the big man not only busted the city in half, but we kicked ass and remade the city, shaping it into the kind of place where our friendship would not be such an anomaly.
I'll miss my friend, his sax, and the force of nature that was his sound. But his love and his story -the story that he gave to me, that he whispered in my ear, and that he gave to you- is going to carry on.
Clarence was big and he made me feel, think, love, and dream big. How big was the big man? Too fucking big to die. You can put it on his gravestone, you can tattoo it over your heart.
Clarence doesn't leave the E Street Band when He dies. He leaves when We die.
Το ένα και μοναδικό αφεντικό κρατάει τους καλύτερους στίχους του τελευταίου του δίσκου για τον πρόωρα χαμένο, πραγματικά ξεχωριστό σαξοφωνίστα της E Street Band Clarence Clemons.
