George Clinton, the maverick freak who fused funk with acid rock, turns 70 this month. He was at the height of his one-nation-under-a-groove empire-building when Cliff White interviewed him for New Musical Express in the fall of 1978--Barney Hoskyns, Editorial Director, Rock's Backpages
Warner Brothers' New York Office on East 54th Street is only two blocks across and three up from the Taft Hotel on West 51st; close enough for most Britons to consider it just around the corner, yet far enough away that most Americans would probably cab the distance.
But George Clinton enjoys a walk. Which is how I came to be taking a 10-minute stroll through the Manhattan evening rush-hour crowds with a character in pink, stack-soled, calf-length boots covered in white stars, pink satinette pants, a pink quilted jacket, a multi-coloured, sparkling, Funkadelic-flag shirt and a bright red beret sporting various badges and medallions.
George Clinton is not a shy individual.
Neither is he dumb. In factRead More »from The Rock’s Backpages Flashback: P-Funk President Clinton Surveys His Empire