Greg Clark

I'd like to come to the reunion, but I can make no promises. I'm already tied up for that weekend.

Good Lord, judging by the photos, our class made a collective deal with the devil. Everyone is so purty. I don't have a recent photo to share because I hate having my picture taken. I'm nearly as bad as Thomas Pynchon.

Is it too late to apologize for Jeff Grogan?

I hung out with Kim Cook for a while but lost touch with her after she entered the Witness Protection Program.

I bumped into Monty at a Jayhawks concert many years ago and he berated me for not writing music anymore.

Kirsten at TWO Richard Thompson shows.

Cinema, Books, Pedantry

I've been pretty far from Calhoun, but I've never been to me.

Movies: Citizen Kane, Godfather I and II, 2001, The Conformist, The Exterminating Angel, Singin' in the Rain, Taxi Driver, Children of Paradise, The Searchers, Bringing Up Baby. There are a few.

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Wait a minute! That's my bank PIN number. Forget you ever saw that!

Faves: Debate trips, band trips.

Senior Play: I got to age sixty years in one hour, sort of like I do now. I played Kim's grandfather, and this is why my therapist now has a house in Hilton Head. I remember Jeff stole the show (full disclosure: he's a distant cousin). I also remember several members of the cast snuck out during the performance to get high, and they would ask me how long they had before they had to go onstage.

I felt like the Stage Manager in "Our Town."

Worst: Marching in Carter's inaugural parade. It was freezing and we marched directly behind horses.

I would have been taller.

All of my crushes seem to be married (some of them grandmothers!), so they shall remain secret. I am happy for all of them. Of course, I am crushed beyond endurance.

Bob Linn was my best teacher, I'd say. Bob opened my mind to Shakespeare and turned me onto Randy Newman and Patti Smith (we traded records for a while - - Bob did not take to Elvis Costello). His enthusiasm and good humor was infectuous.

Bob Dylan: "Together Through Life"
Rilo Kiley: "Under the Blacklight"
Arcade Fire: "Neon Bible"
Gogol Bordello: "Super Taranta!"
Bruce Springsteen: "Working on a Dream"

I got to Athens and immersed myself in the music scene there, so I knew R.E.M. as babies, though mostly I was an acquaintance of Pete Buck. Jerry Harrison of Talking Heads, Steve Howe of Yes, Nancy Kerrigan (even prettier in real life), David Halberstam (RIP), Peter Tork, John Waters, Graham Parker (I don't really expect you to know who he is), Mick Jagger, Jonathan Richman (ditto).

Once or twice, I think. Didn't I go play pinball somewhere one day with Michaels Lockett and Hancock or something? I think I played sick and left one day to finish some song I was working on.

Man, do I let my freak flag fly or what?

Georgia, Denial, Euphoria, Emergency, Shock.

Narnia. Hold on, do you mean while sober?

On the day Bill Clinton gave a deposition in the Paula Jones harrassment trial, a TV reporter asked me a "Man on the Street" question about how the testimony might effect Clinton's presidency. I answered that it would have no effect at all. I also predicted that The Police was a one-hit wonder band, so there you go.

I was a semi-regular on an Athens public access variety show playing a character named "Blind" Jackie King, the only vision-impaired talk show host. Think of him as a Krusty the Clown type without the makeup but twice as hateful (this was years before The Simpsons).