George Clinton hunkers down into the couch in the conference room of Capitol’s Manhattan offices, pours himself a tall noontime glass of orange juice, and rubs his eyes. He looks very tired—he’s four weeks into a grueling (26 people traveling by bus, playing clubs and small halls) four-month tour. He also looks very happy—it’s his first tour in two years, which is a long time off for a workaholic like Clinton.