Clarence was an old man back in the 'sixties, a primitive/naive (horrible terms) artist I've likened to Moondog. Not a musician, a sculptor. He created a world of his own in New York State, I think up near Woodstock, a garden of strange houses and weird forms, wrapped in tinfoil and studded with found objects, dolls, glittery trash. You can see a glimpse of it on the cover of the Jake And The Family Jewels album, and it gets a credit in the liner notes. I also remember it being featured in an art book I owned. But according to the internet, it never happened. Just bubbles of false memory foam.
I contacted an old friend of mine (hi, Joel!) who lives up in the backwoods close
|Joel's dove - sign o' the times|
A magical little corner of the world, lost in time and place. A secret from the internet. Maybe that's a good thing.
EDIT: Note exactly a secret! A helpful comment from the most hardworking presence on the internet - Mr Anonymous - clears up the mystery.