A veces, el viento arrasa con todo, y, perdida toda esperanza, te resignas a seguir tu camino, ya con menos compañía. Queda siempre la esencia, el sonido, las imágenes. Puedes oir el saxo apretar, (con)mover cada célula de tu cuerpo. Puedes cerrar los ojos, sentir cada nota, sin saber de dónde viene. Sabes dónde te lleva. No necesitas más. Queda un motivo menos para sonreir. Queda un motivo menos para soñar que un mundo diferente es posible. Un mundo bueno. Ese mundo al que Él haya ido, convertido en partículas, en ondas, para alegrar al que creyera...en el rock and roll."Clarence lived a wonderful life. He carried within him a love of people that made them love him. He created a wondrous and extended family. He loved the saxophone, loved our fans and gave everything he had every night he stepped on stage. His loss is immeasurable and we are honored and thankful to have known him and had the opportunity to stand beside him for nearly forty years. He was my great friend, my partner, and with Clarence at my side, my band and I were able to tell a story far deeper than those simply contained in our music. His life, his memory, and his love will live on in that story and in our band."
B.S.
esta es la dedicatoria que cierra su Working on a dream, del 2009:
ResponderEliminar… If we didn´t play together, the E street band at this point would probably not know each other. We wouldn´t be in this room together. But we do… We do play together. And every night at 8pm, we walk out on stage together and that, my friends, is a place where miracles occur… old and new miracles. And those you are with, in the presence of miracles, you never forget. Life does not separate you. Time does not separate you. Animosities does not separate you. Death does not separate you. Those you are with who create miracles for you, like Danny did for me every night, you are honores to be amongst.
Of course we all grow up and we know “it´s only rock and roll”… but it´s not. Alter a lifetime of watching a man perform his miracle for you, night alter night, it feels an awful lot like love.
Uf, y si lees lo que escribió cuando murió Danny Federici...tela!! Como escarpias...
ResponderEliminarsi, justo eso :(
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