He was planning to buy the Village Voice and take it national. He wanted to compete with Rolling Stone. He realized that if it was going to be a national publication, it would need an office on the West Coast. The office was a room in my house in Berkeley. I was the West Coast editor of the Village Voice, surely one of the silliest titles in the history of journalism. The Village Voice didn’t want a West Coast editor. Most of the staff didn’t want Clay either, but there he was.