A pink home...En dröm som blir sann!

Har alltid drömt om ett rosa hem...på söndag blir det verklighet! I LOVE MY CRASH PAD i bästa bästa bästa Hornstull! Jag har finally hittat hem....
Låt oss kalla det my own TEMPLE OF SOUL! Det är jag och CC until the end...

Hur kommer ljuset att vara?

Kommer jag att känna den underbara New yorklukten som alltid gör mig lycklig när jag kliver av tåget på Penn Station? Hur kommer min första rb att smaka? Hur kommer mina första steg in i hissen att kännas? Hur kommer det kännas att komma hem till loftet när du inte längre är här?

Hur kan man inte le när man ser dessa pics????

Behöver knappast förklara.....SANN LYCKA!!!! Dessa dagar-ETT LIV!


Finaste radarparet i HELA världen! JAG ÄLSKAR ER SÅ MYCKET CC & B!!!!!!!!!!!!!


True love....Fina Patti och Bruce...Tänk vad ni delar...

Ett fint lyckostänk....

Tack världens bästa Erka för denna afton!!!! Du fick mig att gå så mycket lättare steg om bara för en stund....Du är en prins!


Denna man är nog en mycket stolt pappa idag...


Happy B´day Evan James Springsteen!!!


Living proof.......


Och min fina STORA prins! För alltid hos mig! Hoppas att du gillade soulprinsen Erka idag! För visst stod du bredvid mig Big Man?

52 steg från paradise...

Hemma om 52 dagar...Då är jag också lite närmre dig CC...Jag ska vinka till dig när jag uppe bland molnen. I LOVE YOU BIG MAN!

Jag förvaltar....

Inte heller idag känns det lättare...Jag vill inte acceptera...då är det svårt....Men jag förvaltar min sorg så bra jag bara kan...precis som lillebror sa att vi skulle göra..Sommaren 2011 är en prövning. Låt oss konstatera detta.

1 månad sedan världen blev så mycket fattigare...

Du är så saknad vår fina Big Man...Vad jag hoppas att all vår kärlek når upp till himlen...Ligger du på ett moln och chillar och spelar på din sax precis som DM sa? Jag hoppas det min fina CC...The biggest angel heaven ever seen....I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART AND SOUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I lost you honey sometimes I think I lost my guts too...






Igår spelade Bruce på Wonder Bar i Asbury. En tribute show för Big Man. Big Man´s son Nick var med också. 2 bilder från igår. Tack Bruce!

Jag och min vän C......

Tear drops on the city
Bad Scooter searching for his groove
Seem like the whole world walking pretty
And you can't find the room to move

Hur härlig kan en crew få lova att vara?????

The gift he left behind...

My brother Clarence will never cease to be our "Big Man," and I believe he will live in our hearts forever. The joy and love he spread through his music and his charismatic personality are the gifts he left behind for each and every one of us.
- Melvon "Bill" Clemons

It´s gonna be alright...

Brian från The Gaslight Anthem: "I was so nervous before I came out to sing with Bruce. I looked over to Clarence and he gave me a thumbs-up and he said, 'It's gonna be alright.'"



The Gaslight Anthem gick på scen till tonerna av CC´s Junglelandsolo....mitt i solot ropar Brian BIG MAN rakt ut...mitt hjärta går sönder...så fint...så sorgligt..TACK Brian för att du hyllar vår store CC!

Ett leende som alltid gör mig lycklig...Kommer vi att le igen?

Varje dag - En tribute till CC..såklart!

Memory lane...

SO LADIES AND GENTLEMAN... ALWAYS LAST, BUT NEVER LEAST. LET'S HEAR IT FOR THE MASTER OF DISASTER, the BIG KAHUNA, the MAN WITH A PHD IN SAXUAL HEALING, the DUKE OF PADUCAH, the KING OF THE WORLD, LOOK OUT OBAMA! THE NEXT BLACK PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES EVEN THOUGH HE'S DEAD... YOU WISH YOU COULD BE LIKE HIM BUT YOU CAN'T! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE BIGGEST MAN YOU'VE EVER SEEN!... GIVE ME A C-L-A-R-E-N-C-E. WHAT'S THAT SPELL? CLARENCE! WHAT'S THAT SPELL? CLARENCE! WHAT'S THAT SPELL? CLARENCE! ... amen.



We miss you C...

Och här står jag i CC´s tofflor!!!! C jag saknar dig så...Hur kan dagarna gå utan dig? Känns overkligt varje dag jag vaknar...

Jake Clemons words...So beautiful....

A new constellation has been born. A star too big even for its large earthly body, has risen from ashes like a phoenix and returned home, continuing to shine as part of our ancient galaxy.

It was in a hotel business center when an urgent notice came to me about Clarence. I was on tour in Europe, and immediately got on a plane to be by his side. Our closeness was no secret to anyone. I loved him. He loved me. A tough loss doesn't even begin to define the shifting paradigm that began in that moment. You see, Clarence was my Santa Clause... an immortal figure that always inspired goodness and hope. He brought joy with him everywhere. And though I was not blind to his short comings as a man, or the frailty that became his body, these were all quickly dismissed by his enormous and inescapable love. Being near to Clarence meant being protected, being accepted; both cared for and cared about.

Having been by his side for several surgeries and procedures, I became comfortable with the understanding that if all else failed and bones broke or organs gave out, My Beloved BigMan would still be here. They were able to replace shattered hips, worn out knees and even put a corrective machine on his heart... they would just keep fixing our (what we had coined) 6 Billion Dollar Man. His final passing has been beyond crushing.

Navigating the troubled waters of his failing health and into his eternal sleep has been trying to say the least. The burden of such a loss is insurmountably deep and heavy. Clarence was more than an uncle to me. He was my Hero. He loved me like a father, we talked as best friends, and played together as brothers. People would often go back and forth about our blood relation, and I've never been one to correct this... he was ALL of these things to me.

It's a strange new world without Clarence. He has given so much through the years, and now we are left with a gaping BigMan sized hole in the universe. Yet, as his gift continues to inspire, and as we all continue to process the vast changes of our reality I again turn to music. It's what I have. It's what he gave me from the first moment of seeing him on stage. It's what he's left me with now, and the closeness and the love he and I shared will always remain captured in a moment through pursed lips on a metal mouthpiece.

Thanks to Bruce, Glen, Eddie and encouragement from several others, I picked up an instrument and found my solace, again in music. From deep inside my lungs, as though blowing life through a hollow chamber, I can still feel him. Finding him in each note, near to me... alive.

People have been saying to me- "It's up to you now", "You carry the torch", "You are the legacy". But this job is not one to be fulfilled by any single person; Clarence was more than a saxophone player, he was an ambassador with a mission to spread Love and Joy to the world. It's up to all of us now. We must all carry the torch. We must all be His Legacy.

The world will continue to change, and the pain will continue to be present. But, today we can bare hope, that the marks he left on us will courage us on to be Bigger. To share the message of love and joy to the world, and to carry each other, even when the stakes are down.

Bruce would often say- "You want to be like him, but you cannot". Clarence said in one of his final memos "I'm here to tell you that you can be. You can be the next BigMan, but it's going to take a lot of work, a lot of determination, and a lot of inspiration... to be the next BigMan"

"In the end, 3 things remain- Faith, Hope, & Love, the greatest of these is Love." Thank you Clarence, for being such a great beacon; such a Big Man. In the very words you would often share so beautifully, I return this message to you- "I love you. The Universe loves you. Be happy." ...May we carry the torch well.

Det finns några dagar....

som jag ska spara i mitt hjärta så länge jag lever....jag älskar dig Big Man och jag saknar dig av hela mitt hjärta...

See you further on up the road CC...

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.