"Glory Bound" Preview No. 3
Ernest Boom Carter’s time with Bruce Springsteen was short but not without it’s influence. His jazz influenced rhythmic style was a major influence on the style that shaped the early sounds of the E Street Band.

"Glory Bound" Preview No. 3

Ernest Boom Carter’s time with Bruce Springsteen was short but not without it’s influence. His jazz influenced rhythmic style was a major influence on the style that shaped the early sounds of the E Street Band.

GLORY BOUND Preview #2
Monmouth University Upcoming September Exhibit, “Glory Bound”. Soundcheck, Bruce Springsteen and The E Street Band,  May 9, 1974 Harvard Square Theatre, Cambridge, MA. Getting ready for what would become a legendary night.

GLORY BOUND Preview #2

Monmouth University Upcoming September Exhibit, “Glory Bound”. Soundcheck, Bruce Springsteen and The E Street Band,  May 9, 1974 Harvard Square Theatre, Cambridge, MA. Getting ready for what would become a legendary night.

GLORY BOUND
Six weeks and counting to “Glory Bound” exhibit at Monmouth University, New Jersey. Show will feature 30 of my photographs of musicians at pivotal moments in their careers. I’ll be sharing some “previews” and stories in days ahead including a few extras. Gotta start with Bruce Springsteen, Harvard Square Theatre, May 9, 1974..”I saw the future of rock and roll and his name is Bruce Springsteen”

GLORY BOUND

Six weeks and counting to “Glory Bound” exhibit at Monmouth University, New Jersey. Show will feature 30 of my photographs of musicians at pivotal moments in their careers. I’ll be sharing some “previews” and stories in days ahead including a few extras. Gotta start with Bruce Springsteen, Harvard Square Theatre, May 9, 1974..”I saw the future of rock and roll and his name is Bruce Springsteen”

#whybother

#whybother

Sumarai Shadiw

Sumarai Shadiw

Ernest “Boom” Carter. A rare moment on E Street #estreetband  #brucespringsteen #boomcarter

Ernest “Boom” Carter. A rare moment on E Street #estreetband #brucespringsteen #boomcarter

Back at ya Danny! My prized photo of Clarence. @dannybones64 #dannyclinch #bigman #clarenceclemons

Back at ya Danny! My prized photo of Clarence. @dannybones64 #dannyclinch #bigman #clarenceclemons

Saucer sighting circa 1976

Saucer sighting circa 1976

The Selective Process
Thanks to some dear friends, poetry’s been crossing my path recently. As I read the works I’m being introduced to I’m struck by what I feel are close similarities with the craft of photography. It’s all about the process of selection.
In a poem, words are carefully chosen and when woven together a new creation emerges. And it’s not just the passing of words over one’s tongue that creates the experience…it’s everything in the spaces in between. It’s the beat, the sounds, the rhythm and the flow that sets the table and serves up the meal.
Photography is the process of selection, too. When looking through the lens the photographer selects a portion of a bigger picture to tell the story. Deliberately leaving some parts behind. As the poet leads you down a trail with his or her words, the photographer directs your eyes by taking you to a spot you may not have seen before. In both cases, through the process of selection you are taken somewhere. Somewhere you hadn’t before imagined.
Which is the sole purpose of art.

The Selective Process

Thanks to some dear friends, poetry’s been crossing my path recently. As I read the works I’m being introduced to I’m struck by what I feel are close similarities with the craft of photography. It’s all about the process of selection.

In a poem, words are carefully chosen and when woven together a new creation emerges. And it’s not just the passing of words over one’s tongue that creates the experience…it’s everything in the spaces in between. It’s the beat, the sounds, the rhythm and the flow that sets the table and serves up the meal.

Photography is the process of selection, too. When looking through the lens the photographer selects a portion of a bigger picture to tell the story. Deliberately leaving some parts behind. As the poet leads you down a trail with his or her words, the photographer directs your eyes by taking you to a spot you may not have seen before. In both cases, through the process of selection you are taken somewhere. Somewhere you hadn’t before imagined.

Which is the sole purpose of art.

Friends

I was at a retirement party for a friend when I got the news Clarence had passed. Texts were coming in and one seemed to sum it up best; “tears fall on E Street”. My body suddenly felt heavy like lead and the sense of simply overwhelmed me. I felt like I had lost a friend.

Bruce and Clarence first met in 1971 and a year later he became a member of the E Street Band. This photo I shot of them in 1974, for me,  seemed to depict a glimpse into their friendship. While many great shots of Bruce and Clarence over the years depict one of them leaning on the other, facing each other, cavorting with each other, this one seemed to evoke the opposite. Bruce, his eyes shut, seems almost transcendental and wandering off to wherever the music is taking him. While Clarence appears poised, focused and on note right at his side, giving Bruce the comfort and assurance to let him be who he is.

Righteous. True friendship.

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