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Bootsy's Orgy With George Excerpt from a 2006 interview
Interviewer: Compare for me the leadership of James Brown versus the leadership of George Clinton. Bootsy: (laughs) That's funny. Oh God, that's funny. Ummm… It's more different than night and day. It's like being in I guess the army or jail with James Brown. And with George, it was like being in the middle of an orgy. Have you been in the middle of an orgy? Interviewer: Uhh…no. Can't say I have. Bootsy: No? Well that's an experience, man. That's the difference between George's and James' leadership roles. George kind of doesn't care what you do. He gives you room to do it, and James was concerned with every little move you make, which was cool though. It worked out in the end. It kinda gave me a balance to work with, but while I was going through it, I didn't think it was so cool. In the end it turned out pretty cool. It was kinda like the best of both worlds. Interviewer: Not that they're necessarily related, but they tend to be. Since you brought up orgies, do you have any wild groupie stories you can tell from back in the day? Bootsy: Uhh yeah. There's a lot of uhhh… Wow. Which one do you wanna hear?! (laughs) Interviewer: (laughs) Any story you want to tell. Bootsy: Well, I'll tell you this one. We were all trippin' out on purple haze. We were supposed to be on stage at a certain time, and George Clinton was never late for a gig. Never. Not ever. Everyone else could not show up and he'd still do the gig without anybody. He'd just get up there and, y'know, just go crazy on people. So this particular night, George was missing in action. So I had to think where would I be if I was late? And I thought I'd probably be in the bathroom with a couple o' freaks. Sure enough, something came to me to check the bathroom. It wasn't our bathroom. It was the regular people's bathroom. We had our own bathroom backstage, but something told me to check the public bathroom. I went out and I saw these chicken feet sticking out from the stall. And George was the only one who wore these chicken feet. These big, yellow chicken feet, like Foghorn Leghorn. And I heard someone moaning and groaning and I was like, "Ahh, man. George is getting off." So I said, "Hey George!" And he didn't answer. And I said, "I know it's you, man! Ain't nobody got feet like that, but you!" And he started cracking up. I said, "Come on. We're late for the gig." And he said, "Come on in and join me, man." And I said, "Nah. We gotta do the gig!" They grabbed me, and I went in there and… well… we were both late for the gig. (laughs) Interviewer: Damn. Bootsy: There were about six of us in there. Interviewer: Six?! Bootsy: And counting. (laughs) But, y'know, we finally made it to the stage and blew the roof off that sucka… Then we went back to out normal work. Which was, y'know, doin' our thang in the bathroom. (laughs) Too much!!! | |
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Giant Yellow Chicken Feet! That's why I love George Clinton! | |
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