In just about 48 hours from when I’m writing this, the Bruce Springsteen show at Wrigley Field will be wrapping up. When the tickets went on sale, it seemed like a long time away. And now it’s almost here. The passage of time isn’t always something I like, but in this case I’ll take it.
I was driving my daughter to ice skating practice tonight, and she was flipping through the hits stations as she usually does. At one point, I heard a small bit of Lady Gaga’s Edge of Glory. The station was quickly changed, and I almost demanded that she go back to the Lady Gaga song.
“But Dad, this song’s so old,” she protested.
“I want to hear the Big Man,” I told her. So we listened until the saxophone part near the end of the song. It was a nice bit of posthumous music from Clarence Clemons, who will be greatly missed on the stage at Wrigley Field on Friday night. As I listened to the notes, a big smile came across my face. He couldn’t live forever, but his music still can.
I’ve heard about the tribute that seems to accompany the playing of “Tenth Avenue Freeze Out” on stage. I’ll join in the hollering and the yelling and the cheering, as if I’ve been to dozens of Springsteen shows in the past. I haven’t, of course, but that’s not really the point.
Clarence was a big part of the band, but he’s gone now. There’s no reason to get sad or upset about it, either. The show goes on, and life goes on along with it. For an untold number of the fans in the stands, this will be a once-in-a-lifetime chance to experience something special. It would have been nice if they could see Clarence, too, but the show will still be something worth remembering. And there’s always Lady Gaga’s song on the radio, too. Did I really just type that?