I read this tribute on another website, and thought it was worth sharing here:
'' I was on holiday in Tunisia when I heard the sad news of Clarence Clemons? death and decided to celebrate his life by playing my collection of Bruce Springsteen tracks at maximum volume in my hire car as I was driving.
Tunisia, by the way, is totally safe and a superb vacation destination at the moment ? 5 Star hotels at 2 Star prices; great food and hot sunshine on the beaches, rather as I know Asbury Park, New Jersey can be in the summer.
So I thoroughly enjoyed hearing about Sandy and the ?waitress who had lost her desire for me? and the boardwalk music of the brilliant Boss so superbly backed by Clarence on sax and the rest of the magnificent E Street Band.
I reached the pay booth on the toll ? Peage ? under a pound for use of the excellent highway. 4th of July had finished and I was half way through Rosalita ? that fabulous five part key change just before Clarence kicks in ? and went to turn down the music which was blasting out of the car but the young cash collector indicated to turn it back up, with a huge smile. He called over a friend from another booth ? there weren?t many cars on this Sunday morning. Soon a dozen Tunisians were smiling and moving to the sounds. I opened all the windows and by the climax even fat policemen in heavy uniforms were jiving and grinning and dancing. All work had stopped. Rosalita finished; I put the CD on pause; I explained that Clarence had just died. They asked for the name of the track on a piece of paper ? then for Bruce?s name; they had never heard of him ? one of them copied it in Arabic; then Clarence?s name.
They waved me through refusing to take my money.
I pressed the pause button; unfortunately the next track was Thunder Road, my favourite Springsteen track. After a hundred yeards, when I was out of sight of the station, I pulled the car over and burst into tears.
I was crying for the soundtrack of my life; for my friends like the late DJ Roger Scott who had shared so many great Bruce concerts with me; for the fact that I had just witnessed the joy and happiness that music can bring into every life, all over the world; and most of all for the Big Man, Clarence, whose on stage connection with Bruce had been so magic, whose contribution to the sound so enormous, whose love of life had flowed into the tracks. I was crying for the loss but mostly with gratitude for the wonderful light that had lit up the darkness at the edge of town. ''