Clarence Clemons is dead. I know Carl does not have a high opinion of Bruce, but surely just about the most memorable moment in the so-called history of rock is a live performance of JUNGLELAND, thanks to young man Springsteen’s ambition to outdo Dylan by rooting his poetry in the real longings and places of almost-desperate young men, to the sheer intensity of the Big Man’s playing of the sax, and to the majestic sound of the E Street Band as a whole.
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