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Thursday 30 June 2011

Bruce Springsteen's Eulogy for Clarence Clemons

This is a slightly revised version of the eulogy I delivered for Clarence at his memorial. I'd like to thank all our fans and friends who have comforted us over the past difficult weeks.FOR THE BIG MAN
I've been sitting here listening to everyone talk about Clarence and staring at that photo of the two of us right there. It's a picture of Scooter and The Big Man, people who we were sometimes. As you can see in this particular photo, Clarence is admiring his muscles and I'm pretending to be nonchalant while leaning upon him. I leaned on Clarence a lot; I made a career out of it in some ways.
Those of us who shared Clarence's life, shared with him his love and his confusion. Though "C" mellowed with age, he was always a wild and unpredictable ride. Today I see his sons Nicky, Chuck, Christopher and Jarod sitting here and I see in them the reflection of a lot of C's qualities. I see his light, his darkness, his sweetness, his roughness, his gentleness, his anger, his brilliance, his handsomeness, and his goodness. But, as you boys know your pop was a not a day at the beach. "C" lived a life where he did what he wanted to do and he let the chips, human and otherwise, fall where they may. Like a lot of us your pop was capable of great magic and also of making quite an amazing mess. This was just the nature of your daddy and my beautiful friend. Clarence's unconditional love, which was very real, came with a lot of conditions. Your pop was a major project and always a work in progress. "C" never approached anything linearly, life never proceeded in a straight line. He never went A... B.... C.... D. It was always A... J.... C.... Z... Q... I....! That was the way Clarence lived and made his way through the world. I know that can lead to a lot of confusion and hurt, but your father also carried a lot of love with him, and I know he loved each of you very very dearly.
It took a village to take care of Clarence Clemons. Tina, I'm so glad you're here. Thank you for taking care of my friend, for loving him. Victoria, you've been a loving, kind and caring wife to Clarence and you made a huge difference in his life at a time when the going was not always easy. To all of "C's" vast support network, names too numerous to mention, you know who you are and we thank you. Your rewards await you at the pearly gates. My pal was a tough act but he brought things into your life that were unique and when he turned on that love light, it illuminated your world. I was lucky enough to stand in that light for almost 40 years, near Clarence's heart, in the Temple of Soul.
So a little bit of history: from the early days when Clarence and I traveled together, we'd pull up to the evening's lodgings and within minutes "C" would transform his room into a world of his own. Out came the colored scarves to be draped over the lamps, the scented candles, the incense, the patchouli oil, the herbs, the music, the day would be banished, entertainment would come and go, and Clarence the Shaman would reign and work his magic, night after night. Clarence's ability to enjoy Clarence was incredible. By 69, he'd had a good run, because he'd already lived about 10 lives, 690 years in the life of an average man. Every night, in every place, the magic came flying out of C's suitcase. As soon as success allowed, his dressing room would take on the same trappings as his hotel room until a visit there was like a trip to a sovereign nation that had just struck huge oil reserves. "C" always knew how to live. Long before Prince was out of his diapers, an air of raunchy mysticism ruled in the Big Man's world. I'd wander in from my dressing room, which contained several fine couches and some athletic lockers, and wonder what I was doing wrong! Somewhere along the way all of this was christened the Temple of Soul; and "C" presided smilingly over its secrets, and its pleasures. Being allowed admittance to the Temple's wonders was a lovely thing.
As a young child my son Sam became enchanted with the Big Man... no surprise. To a child Clarence was a towering fairy tale figure, out of some very exotic storybook. He was a dreadlocked giant, with great hands and a deep mellifluous voice sugared with kindness and regard. And... to Sammy, who was just a little white boy, he was deeply and mysteriously black. In Sammy's eyes, "C" must have appeared as all of the African continent, shot through with American cool, rolled into one welcoming and loving figure. So... Sammy decided to pass on my work shirts and became fascinated by Clarence's suits and his royal robes. He declined a seat in dad's van and opted for "C's" stretch limousine, sitting by his side on the slow cruise to the show. He decided dinner in front of the hometown locker just wouldn't do, and he'd saunter up the hall and disappear into the Temple of Soul.
Of course, also enchanted was Sam's dad, 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.
So, I'll miss my friend, his sax, the force of nature his sound was, his glory, his foolishness, his accomplishments, his face, his hands, his humor, his skin, his noise, his confusion, his power, his peace. But his love and his story, the story that he gave me, that he whispered in my ear, that he allowed me to tell... and that he gave to you... is gonna carry on. I'm no mystic, but the undertow, the mystery and power of Clarence and my friendship leads me to believe we must have stood together in other, older times, along other rivers, in other cities, in other fields, doing our modest version of god's work... work that's still unfinished. So I won't say goodbye to my brother, I'll simply say, see you in the next life, further on up the road, where we will once again pick up that work, and get it done.
Big Man, thank you for your kindness, your strength, your dedication, your work, your story. Thanks for the miracle... and for letting a little white boy slip through the side door of the Temple of Soul.
I'm gonna leave you today with a quote from the Big Man himself, which he shared on the plane ride home from Buffalo, the last show of the last tour. As we celebrated in the front cabin congratulating one another and telling tales of the many epic shows, rocking nights and good times we'd shared, "C" sat quietly, taking it all in, then he raised his glass, smiled and said to all gathered, "This could be the start of something big."
Love you, "C".

Sunday 5 June 2011

Celebrity Passing

Worldwide, we have lost a few celebrities from the showbiz, sporting and political world and they each experienced very different send offs:

On our own turf we sadly lost the late, great Garret Fitzgerald who was laid to rest at Shanganagh Cemetery in Co Dublin. All ten of Dr Fitzgerald's grandchildren played a role in the mass, which although a state funeral, encapsulated the very tender, emotional and caring gentleman, father and grandfather that he truly was. A photograph on the cover of the service booklet captured his personality to perfection - showing him, poised with reading glasses in hand. In front of him stood his beloved books and with a twinkle  in his eyes we can see a whisper of a smile, that tells all and nothing at once, playing on his lips. 

The wrestling world lost one of their nearest and dearest in 'Macho man' Randy Savage
Randy Savage was cremated in May and his ashes were strewn at the base of a tree near his Florida home. In compliance with his final wishes, which ,according to his brother Lanny Poffo, he was adament about, the family did not play his trademark wrestling theme music 'Pomp and Circumstance' during the ceremony. This music Randy claimed to be rightfully his idol's and felt he had somehow stole his thunder by using it. His funeral was his last way of paying his respect.

Muriel's Wedding  and Strictly Ballroom Star Bill Hunter
When over 350 people applauded, cheered and launched their hats in the air at Bill Hunter's funeral, you knew he was a well respected and cared-for member of society and the acting world. The post ceremony celebration of his life was fuelled with cold beer and accompanied by his many near and dear friends and family. Australian glitterati also showed up in droves including Arts Minister Simon Crean who reminisced about the award-winning actor, describing him as 'an entertaining character who had lived a full life and been divorced twice!'.

Gil Scott-Heron
The funeral of the 'godfather of rap' took place in New York City and ended with a tribute performance from Kanye West. The rapper appeared at the memorial service at Harem's Riverside Church to give a rendition of 'Lost in the World', which uses a sample of Gil's recorded poem 'Comment 1'.

So whether it is a tribute by Kanye West, sprinkling of your ashes somewhere that means the world to you, a party or just to be remembered and spoken about by the people you love, it's worthwhile to take a moment and think about how you would like your life remembered after death.

Friday 3 June 2011

Funeral Rituals

There are an increasing variety of funeral rituals in the world. But the big question is, given the choice, which would you pick?? So with a little bit of research on the varying degree of rituals that people are developing I came up with this list:

  • You could have your loved one cremated and the remains turned into a diamond- my choice but expensive ;)
  • You could also follow the Swedes and immerse the body in liquid nitrogen
  • You could follow American rule and have the body “digested” in alkali - nice!
  • You could take DNA from your loved one and splice it into the DNA of a tree so that you live on in the tree
  • Or there is also this one, which is quite cool - have your remains mixed with gunpowder and used as fireworks!
  • Finally there is based in Georgia which places your loved one in a reefball and they rest forever at the bottom of the sea

Wednesday 1 June 2011


And no, not the band for a change!

How many of you have sat and thought about you and your life?
How many of you have thought about what you have accomplished in the past?
How many of you have thought about where you are going in life?
Or how you will be remembered for that life?

Maybe it's just me, but I think about this stuff all the time. I don't have any children, nor do I imagine I will have for the next few years at least. I often think of the future and wonder what will happen. I know I will always want those around me - friends and family, to think that I'm doing a good job, that I've achieved something for my life.I will always want them to remember me, never forget the impact (minor or major) I had on their lives.

For some of people, it might be hard to think about life, and where it has grown and where it is heading because as we all know too well, someday that lovely life will end. It will have come full circle and you will be forced to leave behind loved ones. But I truly believe that, in thinking about life and where it has come from and where it is going to, you recognise your journey and with every breath you fulfill your journey and the goals you set out for yourself.

Without an end, there can be no beginning. So take a moment, think about life and think about how you would best want to be remembered. I guarantee, as soon as you begin to consider the end, you will enjoy the journey alot more!