Aug. 4, 1973: Songwriter and novelist Gary Clark

 


Portrait of an artist at the crossroads of a career. Would it be music or literature or the groves of academe? 

Aug. 4, 1973

Gary: You Need Talent, Imagination, Genius 

          They don’t build attics or garrets in suburbia. The closest facsimile is Gary Clark’s vaunted basement, the one he chuckles about in his regular Sunday night performances in the baronial darkness of the Dover Castle in Amherst’s Evans Plaza.

          One floor below his wife’s parents’ neat and airy living room not far from the Dover, Gary lives on the intimate periphery of a pool table, having cleared away enough of the neglected collection of old toys, games and furniture down there to sleep and write and set up a stereo.

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HE’S HOLED OUT THERE since he brought his wife, Carole, and his three-year-old daughter, Stephanie, east from Indiana – his first visit to his hometown in years – to pursue his twin goals of becoming an established author and a recorded songwriter.

          A publisher is what Gary’s looking for. Since he settled seriously into writing two years ago, he’s poured out three novels, a collection of aphorisms, some 200 poems and 60 songs.

          “I’ve contacted Jan Robinson, who’s the literary agent for Taylor Caldwell,” he explains. “Not that my writing’s anything like hers, but if Jan likes my stuff she can line up a publisher. Things look very good there.”

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UNTIL HE’S PUBLISHED, the next step in his writing career – becoming an artist-in-residence at a major college – will be hard to take. In the academic world, one has to make it as an artist first.

          But he hopes that Rosary Hill, where he’s been teaching a creative writing course this summer, will take him on and so right now he’s preparing resumes which outline not only his imaginative work, but also his considerable academic background.

          Included in it is something called the Center for the Study of Genius, an idea which came to him this week. He thinks he’d like to set it up here in Buffalo.

          “There’d be a $3 membership fee,” he says, “and we’d start with a newsletter. We’d build a library with the money and it would be open to people from all disciplines. If it comes off, it could be one of the most exciting things I’ve been into.”

          Gary, who’s 26, has been into enough things to fill several lifetimes – rock musician, computer specialist, college football player, graduate student in philosophy and psychology, groundskeeper at Purdue University.

          He cut off his rock music career, which started while he was in Riverside High School, in 1966 after a stint as a drummer earning $200 to $300 a week.

          He’d begun as an accordion player (“That’s how I was able to pick up piano later,” he says), then switched to drums when the drummer with his high school group failed to show up for a practice.

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“WE MUST HAVE PLAYED ‘Twist and Shout’ 100 times that night,” he says. “The neighbors called the police.”

          He was with The Chancellors, which imitated The Beatles; The Insanes (“We were pretty good for the time,” he says); and left them to join The Fifth Column.

          “We were patterned after The Hollies rather than The Beatles,” Gary recalls. “Wayne Stockert had the McCartney voice, Gary Sager sang low harmonies and I used to do the high harmonies on ‘Bus Stop’ and things like that.

          “We had the amps, the big Voxs – not too many people had that kind of equipment in those days. We had three managers, two here and one in New England, and for a while I really thought we could make it, but I got sick of talking about album covers and having nothing to put in them.

          “I don’t pay that much attention to equipment any more. To make it these days, you need three things – talent, imagination and genius. I have a $50 Tokay guitar. It doesn’t matter that I have the best guitar.”

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WHEN HE QUIT The Fifth Column, he shut himself off from music completely to follow his academic career, ignoring the radio and records from 1966 until last year.

          Hamstrung by poor marks in high school – his guidance counselor told him to forget about college – he went first to Erie County Technical Institute, learned about computers and worked in local banks.

          Then he landed an acceptance at Arkansas State College, majoring in business and economics and playing flanker on the football team. His academic turning point came when he and two teammates transferred to Southwestern at Memphis.

          “That October in football practice,” he relates, “I was running a sideline pattern and our quarterback, he threw bullets, the kind that make your hands sting, he threw one that I had to lean behind for. I snapped my back and that was it for football.

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“I WAS LUCKY I was in a place like that where everything academic was there, waiting for me to jump into it,” he says, picking up a cardboard college desk calendar with an ivy-covered ball on it.

          “It’s a small liberal arts college patterned after Oxford and Cambridge in England. There’s the Gothic buildings and they have tutorials, honors programs, directed reading, the true spirit of liberal arts.”

          The spirit entered him and gave him an honors degree in psychology. Then he sought a graduate school, looking for a distinguished mentor.

          First there was the University of Alberta, Canada, and Joseph Royce, author of “The Encapsulated Man,” but Gary abandoned psychology for playwriting.

          Next, Purdue and Calvin Schrag (“Existence & Being”), which he dropped after two months to work out his first novel. He supported his family by mowing campus lawns.

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“I’D SOONER CUT GRASS or work in a factory,” he says. “It’s dirty, hot and raunchy, but I like that. I go crazy in offices. The super-cleanliness gets to me.”

          He also picked up guitar in Indiana, learning diminished chords from a friend’s instruction book. In writing songs, the chords and the melodies come first to him and suggest the lyrics he should use.

          “When I sit down to write, the ideas are latent, buried within the feeling, and the chords concretize what’s going on,” he says.

          “The words somehow go into the melody, like in ‘Golden Summer’ – ‘You can hear the rainbow crack behind the sun.’ The melodies are closer to my emotional life. That’s why it’s a feeling instead of a thought.”

          He compromises his repertoire of 90 original songs only for an occasional Beatles number – a strategy better suited for concerts and folk clubs than the buffed and polished supper club troubadour circuit, where a performer without a bag full of pop songs is as unwelcome as a customer in dungarees.

          Gary’s a personable performer and if you let him draw you into his world, you find it’s a happy place to be. His songs and his voice are almost uniformly gentle, however, and one sometimes wishes for a hot bolt of lightning to clear the air.

          A couple free concerts, one at Erie Community College, another at Rosary Hill, have buoyed his spirits. Although he says success on the club stage isn’t important to him, he still finds the lack of it discouraging.

          In a bold move to accelerate his fortunes, he tried to reach John Lennon at Lennon’s new Upper West Side New York apartment last week, hoping the former Beatle would listen to his material.

          “His male secretary called back when I wasn’t home,” Gary says, “and it totally spooked my wife. He said: ‘Could you tell me what Mr. Clark wanted to say to Mr. Lennon?’ And Carole went: ‘John LENNON!?’

          “Grandiloquent fellow that he is, I though he just might listen to my tapes. When I do things like this, I’m glad I don’t have very much money, because if I did, I’d be a gambler.

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“I’VE BEEN WORKING at writing for two years and people ask how I can have all these poems and songs and things. It’s just you have to know where to cut things off. I mean, I go without breakfast or lunch sometimes so I can have time to write.

          “That’s why I’m so keen on genius. I think there are a lot of people walking around with great stuff in their heads. What you have to do is take the time and scrape away the veneer.

          “I tell my students they don’t have to worry about punctuation and syntax and all the stuff you do in freshman composition and they breathe a sigh of relief. It’s better if you’re a craftsman, but you have to have the ideas first.

          “If you have the Dionysian inspiration first, then you can come up with the Apollonian detail later. I’d rather have the chariot than to just sit there with empty reins.”

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IN THE PHOTOS: Three shots of Gary Clark in conversation, with quotes from the story. Left: “I’m glad I don’t have very much money, because if I did, I’d be a gambler.” Center: “He threw me one I had to lean behind for. I snapped my back and that was it for football.” Right: “We must have played ‘Twist and Shout’ 100 times that night.”

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FOOTNOTE: Gary Clark followed the literary trail. By 1980, he had published a novel inspired by Nordic mythology, “The Clearing,” the first installment of what he was calling “The Scandinavian Trilogy,” and appeared as a speaker in a writers' series at SUNY Brockport. But then the trail grows cold.

Could he have become the Gary Clark who’s the bird-loving nature columnist in the Houston Chronicle, writing books illustrated with contributions by his wife, Kathy Adams Clark, an award-winning photographer? Maybe not. That Gary Clark started his long-running gig at Lone Star College-North Harris in Houston as an instructor in 1979.

Or is he Gary Wayne Clark, the multi-talented tech mogul, novelist and Grammy Award-winning songwriter living in Estes Park, Colo.? Hard to say. No mention among his several books of that Scandinavian Trilogy. And no hint of his origins on his website.

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