FUNK MONGER FINGERS IT OUT
George Clinton's eyes are blazing, and he stabs the air with his finger to emphasize each word. He's mad.
"It's the end result of the commercial pimping of your natural instincts and habits, the bombardment of the senses for money or power." George Clinton's eyes are blazing, and he stabs the air with his finger to emphasize each word. He's mad. His bed in this Charlotte, North Carolina Ramada Inn is littered with books on behaviorism, techniques of mind-control, and the web of multinational corporations. What he's doing is promoting funkentelechy. What? Oh, he's promoting the latest Parliament Casablanca disc, Funkentelechy Vs. The Placebo Syndrome, but that's the same as promoting the concept of funkentelechy. And what he's talking about is not funkentelechy, no indeed; it's the dreaded adversary, the Syndrome. All I'd done was ask him what it was and how to detect it, and what its early warning symptoms were.
"Just act the fool, but do it positively."
