We are sad to bring this breaking news two days later than every other news organization out there. Clarence Clemons died after complications with a stroke he suffered on June 12. Clarence was 69 years old, which is a pretty great age to die because 69's are awesome. Pussy all on your face as you get....you know what this should be classy.

If you don't know Clarence or never heard his work, you have to be like seven years old and even then I find it hard believe you are reading at a first grade level, which is the exact grade level I write in. Clarence was the saxophone player for the E Street band and any Bruce Springsteen song has Clarence's signature all over it.

Clarence made the saxophone cool way before Bill Clinton played it while Monica gave him a blumpkin....oh right I am trying to keep this classy. 

Clemons worked with Bruce for 40 years and it is hard to imagine a Bruce album or concert without "the big man' as he was called by Bruce. Since I have a first grade level I decided rather than eulogizing Clarence in words, I'd draw a picture like a child does after something traumatic has happened to them. Here is my drawing of how the loss of Clarence makes me feel:

The sun is blue because it is depressed that Clarence has died and gone to the big saxophone in the sky. The people and the sky are all crying because they loved Clarence and remember his great music. Maybe I should just let the man who knew him best give the final words...taken from Brucespringsteen.net, Bruce's official site:

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.

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