I can’t honestly tell you that I remember the first time I met Gene Clark (or, as his name has internet-degraded over the years, “gclark,” which I sometimes say in my head as “jeh-clark”). I’m sure it was at the radio station in Starkville.
A lot of you have probably never met him, so I’m going to describe him. Have you ever seen His Girl Friday, where Cary Grant talks all big-city newspaper tough like a machine-gun spitting out bullets? Gene talks like that. Not like NYC-style, but Arkansas, and fast.