Music

January, 1975

Big Clarence is pacing back and forth in Chicago's High Chaparral night club, pacing off about two yards with each step, taking the entire front-room bar in two and a half seconds, turning, pacing back. . . . The motion is stirring his drink. The people at the bar are black. Everybody at the High Chaparral is black. But Big Clarence is blacker. Because he owns the High Chaparral--all 15,000 square feet of it, with one Afro-American for every ten squares. The 200-odd board feet of him sort of han...