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I Am Skooter
So here's us, on the raggedy edge.
I crossed many states just to stand here now, my face all hot with tears, / I crossed city, and valley, desert, and stream, to bring my body here:
— Woody Guthrie, Remember the Mountain Bed
June 20, 2011
Clarence Clemmons, 1942 - 2011


I like my Bruce at his lyrical and quiet best, but there’s so much Bruce that’s lyrical and loud it’s hard to really be that picky.

Clarence Clemmons died this weekend, rather suddenly. The world of rock and roll doesn’t see a saxophone like this often, and it’s been changed forever. That sax line that lays underneath Born to Run—a song that every motorcycle dealership in the country should really have playing on constant repeat—didn’t just happen, and it’s not going to come around anytime soon again.

It’s a reminder, too, that the first generation of huge rock stars is aging and will end. Springsteen is 61 right now: not exactly old, but closer to the end than to the beginning of his career.

Roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair
Well, the night’s busted open
These two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back, Heaven’s waiting down on the track

Posted by skooter at 10:40 PM This entry is filed under Music.
This entry is tagged: Bruce Springsteen, Clarence Clemmon, Obituaries

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