I’m not the biggest Bruce Springsteen fan. I’m a fan. But for someone who’s 43 and was born and raised in NJ, I’m probably a disappointment to expectations. I mean, I’ve only seen him in concert once (and his haunting, all acoustic, single spotlight version of Born in the USA is the best of what great songs are about, about what they stand up to when played and presented).
A long and hurried series of events and travels between locations during the past 48 hours somehow, pushed Bruce into my head. And from Bruce, I remembered this article (https://www.rollingstone.com/…/bruce-springsteens…/) and I remembered this line …”Clarence doesn’t leave the E Street Band when he dies. He leaves when we die.”
And I loved that line. Because sometimes, we need to feel like life happens as a result of our actions. Like life is deliberate. I’m fine actively pursuing humble, but it’s not a lot of fun to be co constantly and consistently humbled. Also, Clarence Clemons was larger than life.
I played the saxophone in 5th grade because of him (and then broke my hand, and then stepped back altogether because I’m better as a fan of music than a producer of it).