Since I appear to be in the grips of a 24-hour classic rock bug here on the Corner, I thought I’d share Bruce Springsteen’s moving eulogy of Clarence Clemons. One of my earliest coups as a writer was the chance to get paid to review the E Street Band at the Meadowlands shortly before I joined NR. (Side note: my seats were directly behind Pierce Brosnan’s, who sang along with the Boss between sips of beer). The way Springsteen and Clemons — who I recall describing as resembling “Death’s Pimp” in leopard-trimmed black leather trenchcoat and stetson — worked together on stage was truly singular. Rock music is worse off for its loss.