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Sly Stone's Surprise

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By 1975, the hits had dried up, and Stone's downward spiral quickened.

"He was so creative, one of the most talented guys I've ever met," said R&B great Bobby Womack. "It was inspirational being around him. He made some great music. He just wasn't happy in his personal life. He got to the point he wouldn't even listen to his own stuff. That's paranoia. As the drugs set in, the warm, creative side went away. And then it got worse and worse. He was a person out of control."

Womack added: "We used to be as tight as bark on a tree. But I haven't heard from Sly in 15 years. At least. The last time I saw him, I was driving down Hollywood Boulevard, and he was going the opposite way. I blew the horn and said, 'Sly!' He looked at me and just kept going.

"But then he turned around and said, 'Bobby, I can't do that to you, man.' I said: 'What was that about?' "

Stone, who'd once earned a reported $2 million per album, was cut loose by Epic Records in 1978. Warner Bros. offered a half-million-dollar contract, and in 1979, the label released Stone's "Back on the Right Track." It didn't even crack the Top 150 -- a disastrous showing for an artist who was once a fixture at the top of the charts.

Stone summarily retreated from the studio and the spotlight. His brother Freddie told Spin magazine several years later that Stone had "wanted to get away from the fast pace. He just kicked back. . . . He didn't want to be out in front anymore. The glamour didn't mean anything anymore. He wanted to be normal."

In 1981, Stone -- who'd been raised in a strict Pentecostal household and grew up singing gospel songs with his siblings -- reemerged to work with Clinton on a Funkadelic album, a summit that resulted in both artists getting arrested for possession of cocaine and drug paraphernalia.

As Stone's career faltered, his legal problems mounted. In 1983, he was charged in Illinois with possessing a sawed-off shotgun; was found barely conscious in a Fort Myers, Fla., hotel room, apparently a result of a cocaine overdose; and was then arrested during the middle of a show in Fort Lauderdale on charges that he'd stolen a ring from a hotel owner. (During one court hearing that year, bailiffs had to shake Stone awake.)

In November 1987, on the eve of a two-night comeback engagement at a small club in Hollywood, Stone told a Los Angeles Times reporter that he was clean, saying: "I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm straight, I'm clean. What else can I say?" The night after the first show -- which was declared a disaster by a Times critic -- Stone was arrested outside the club for having failed to pay $2,856 in child support. He was also charged with cocaine possession.

"It's amazing he's still here," Errico said in an interview last fall. "But he is. I always say that a cat has nine lives, and Sly has nine cats. He's a character in every respect."

In 1989, after failing to show up for a court date in Los Angeles, Stone was declared a fugitive. The FBI arrested him in Connecticut and extradited him to Los Angeles, where, in a two-week span at the end of the year, Stone pleaded guilty to driving under the influence of cocaine and then guilty again to two counts of cocaine possession.

Since then, the world has heard very little from -- or about -- Sly Stone. Just a single song recorded with Earth, Wind & Fire, a national advertising campaign for Toyota that used "Everyday People," and the 1993 appearance at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame induction, where the six original members of Family Stone (drummer Errico, bassist Graham, saxophonist Jerry Martini, trumpet player Cynthia Robinson and the siblings Freddie and Rose Stone) walked onto the stage, sang a bit of "Thank You (Falettinme Be Mice Elf Agin)," said their thanks . . . and then waited for Sly to surface.


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