(…) Cream was inducted, which was a kind of brain twist: I got to watch two of my most important influences [Sly Stone was there as well – PJ] and think about the way that I had built Funkadelic on the intersection between their two bands. Jimi Hendrix had it right when he said that Cream was quitting just as everybody else was getting started. I also got to watch how a band acted when they put old rivalries and infighting behind them. (more…)
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From the keynote interview at the Ibiza International Music Summit (May 2014)
Craig McLean (at 24:42): Did you get paid for all these samples?
George Clinton: Nooo … that’s what made me stop doing drugs. You can not be fucked up and not expect things to be fucked up, too. I’m saying that it took me 72 years to find that out. Plus: The drugs was no good. Wasn’t even good drugs by the time, you know. Then I realized; Damn, I’m not even high; plus, they done took all my money.
“Eminent Hipsters”: Grouchy Donald Fagen Slams TV Babies and Coco Chanel (“She F*cked Igor Strawinsky Into a Reactionary Spin!”)17. November 2013
I had lots of fun listening to emusic‘s audio book version of Donald Fagen’s “Eminent Hipsters”, read by himself. It is not a regular autobiography but a collection of articles, “from portraits of the cultural figures and currents that shaped him as a youth to an account of his college days and of life on the road” (publisher’s description). The book is both insightful and hilarious.
The main piece is a grouchy diary of a The Dukes of September Rhythm Revue tour Steely Dan’s Donald Fagen did with Michael McDonald and Boz Scaggs from 2010. Favorite quote: “By the way, I’m not posting this journal on the Internet. Why should I let you lazy, spoiled TV Babies read it for nothing in the same way you download all those songs my partner and I sacrificed our entire youth to write and record, not to mention the miserable, friendless childhoods we endured that left us with lifelong feelings of shame and self-reproach we were forced to countervail with a fragile grandiosity and a need to constantly prove our self-worth — in short, with the sort of personality disorders that ultimately turned us into performing monkeys?”
P.Funk won’t ever be the same again: Yesterday, Garry Shider (56) lost his battle against lung and brain cancer (see reports by The Star Ledger and Rolling Stone). I have known Garry and Linda, his wife of 32 years, for about 25 years – one of our first meetings took place at George Clinton/Parliament/Funkadelic’s legendary live Rockpalast broadcast from St. Goarshausen/Germany (watch the video clip below, featuring Dennis Chambers, Eddie Hazel, Michael “Kidd Funkadelic” Hampton, and Rodney “Skeet” Curtis).
I once even acted as his ‘fashion consultant’ ;-) : On P.Funk’s 1986 “Saturday Night Live” performance, Garry wore a jacket I selected while clothes-shopping with George Clinton. You can see a picture in this blog entry.
When I published the official P.Funk newsletter New Funk Times from the late ’80s to the early ’90s, I did several interviews with Garry. One of them took place at his house in Atlanta/Georgia in 1989. I’m reposting it as tribute to this great vocalist, guitarist, songwriter, arranger, producer and overall funky human being.
“We’re not gonna ever quit, man, I wanna be old and in my grave, still funking!” (Garry Shider in 1989)
Wenn Moderatoren im Radio ihre Hörer grüßen, assoziiere ich das eher mit NDR-2-Sendungen, in denen Oma Martha den Enkeln, die nie anrufen, trotzdem alles Liebe wünscht. Kürzlich jedoch durfte ich mich selbst über einen solchen Gruß freuen – wobei die Freude besonders groß war, da sich hier eine meiner ältesten Passionen, nämlich Old-School-Funk, mit diesem neuen weltweiten Datennetz verband, von dem man heute so viel hört.
Sooo neu ist das natürlich nicht, denn per elektronischer Post habe ich seit Mitte der 90er Jahre Kontakt mit Melissa A. Weber (aka DJ Soul Sister), einer afroamerikanischen DJane in New Orleans. Sie und ich betrieben damals Websites, die sich um unsere Lieblingsmusik drehten: P-Funk (George Clinton / Parliament / Funkadelic / Bootsy Collins & Co.).
One morning at 5 a.m. on the funky farm: sputter – sputter – zang – boom – crash. Strange sounds are emanating from the hall. A few minutes later George Clinton stands in the living room: “Damn, not even 4000 points! When I’m that bad, I know that it’s time to quit. Good night!” A last disappointed look at the Galaxian video game, and Clinton disappears into the bedroom. In the neighborhood the first cocks are crowing.