âThe drum kit got tangled up in the spaceship as it was taking off and just went up into the air with itâ ... the band aboard their mothership. Photograph: Michael Ochs/Getty
George Clinton, songwriter, producer Weâd played a gig in Washington DC and afterwards two young girls, LaTanya and Darlene, came up to the car and told us it was was the best concert theyâd ever seen. They said: âIt was like one nation under a groove.â As soon as I heard that, I knew it had to become a song.
Initially, all I had was a hook â âOne nation under a groove, gettinâ down just for the funk of it.â In the studio, once we got a rhythm together, I pretty much ad-libbed the rest. I wanted the silky feel of the Dionne Warwick records with Burt Bacharach â a smooth groove, but funky.
Weâd just been touring with a giant stage prop of a spaceship we called the mothership, but wherever I tried to store it, people turned the place into a disco! So eventually I had to take the whole thing into the studio. Junie Morrison [keyboards] had just joined us from the Ohio Players and weâd got lots of new equipment, so we were in the zone.
The line âSo high you canât get over it, so low you canât get under itâ was used by the Temptations in Psychedelic Shack, but it actually goes back much earlier, to gospel. I also took a catchphrase used by the Mantan Moreland chauffeur character in the Charlie Chan movies, when he was ready to run from the ghost: âFeet, donât fail me now!â And the line âDance your way out of your constrictionsâ is about peopleâs hangups: you can deal with them by being grumpy or with a smile.
At the time, I had three bands â Parliament, Funkadelic and Bootsyâs Rubber Band â that were all basically the same people. That gave us a better chance of survival. One Nation could have been a Parliament record, but Funkadelic needed a hit. The guitar solo made it more Funkadelic.
I credited Darlene and Tanya on the One Nation Under a Groove album cover. For me, the song was about bringing humanity together, because the real problems are gonna come when weâre dealing with other planets and we have to worry about aliens coming to eat us or fuck us with five dicks.
Michael âKid Funkadelicâ Hampton, guitarist When I was 17, I played the entire 10-minute Maggot Brain solo at a Funkadelic aftershow party. Two weeks later, I got a call saying Eddie Hazel [guitarist] had left, so could I come down. I had to tell my paper-round boss that I was going on tour with Funkadelic. I stayed for 45 years. It was everything Iâd dreamed about: being on stage with Bernie Worrell [keyboards], Bootsy Collins [bass] and everybody else. George coming out of a coffin. It was part-carnival, part-Broadway, part-circus.
âGarry Shider would turn a towel into a nappy and become Diaper Manâ ... Funkadelic. Photograph: GAB Archive/Redferns
The Funkadelic dressing room was crazy â guys in the shower practising the trumpet, all these costumes. On tour, the vibe was always: âDress up in whatever you want and go and play.â George would turn a hotel sheet into a costume. Garry Shider [guitar/vocals] turned a towel into a nappy and became Diaper Man. I chose a monkâs outfit with a cape.
The freedom extended to the music. We were mixing funk, rock, soul and psychedelia. One Nation Under a Groove was already well under way by the time I was called in to overdub my parts. The studio was like a party. George was behind the console and would give me the melody and I could play whatever I felt. I had one of the first guitar synthesisers, and was trying to get it to harmonise with my guitar. I hadnât really mastered it, so kept the solo simple.
I always took One Nation Under a Groove to mean that some of the worldâs problems are too big to change, so we might as well just groove. Weâd play it until we felt like stopping â it could last half an hour. One night, as the spaceship started taking off, the drum kit got tangled up, so went up in the air with it. Another night, a woman got on stage butt-naked and was blowing smoke rings out of her private parts. I was a young kid, five feet away with my guitar, thinking, âHow do I follow that?â