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Real Love: Bruce Springsteen Releases His Clarence Clemons Eulogy

June 30, 2011

Only in the last couple hundred years or so—in which we've seen the Pill, people waiting to marry, gay rights, the popularity of divorce—have individuals really taken on the blessing/burden of choosing their own mates. Often, we're looking for someone to take care of us, have sex with us and make us feel important. In other, rarer cases, two people really share a mutual love. We should all be so lucky to find a working/life partnership as significant as the one between Bruce Springsteen and sax man Clarence Clemons, who died on June 21st after a stroke. Last week at Clemons' funeral, Springsteen described his bandmate as “a man of unconditional love.” Today, Springsteen released a "slightly revised" version of the eulogy online. Read a segment—"you can tattoo it over your heart":

Of course, also enchanted was [me], from the first time 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. Standing next to Clarence was like standing next to the baddest ass on the planet. You were proud, you were strong, you were excited and laughing with what might happen, with what together, you might be able to do. You felt like no matter what the day or the night brought, nothing was going to touch you. Clarence could be fragile but he also emanated power and safety, and in some funny way we became each other’s protectors; I think perhaps I protected "C" from a world where it still wasn’t so easy to be big and black. Racism was ever present and over the years together, we saw it. Clarence’s celebrity and size did not make him immune. I think perhaps "C" protected me from a world where it wasn’t always so easy to be an insecure, weird and skinny white boy either. 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. 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. And that… that’s what I’m gonna miss. The chance to renew that vow and double down on that story on a nightly basis, because that is something, that is the thing that we did together… the two of us. 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.

Clarence doesn’t leave the E Street Band when he dies. He leaves when we die.

Real Love: Bruce Springsteen Releases His Clarence Clemons Eulogy