My Funk

If my funk were music, who would it be?

George Clinton, the father of funk? An original and powerful influence on others? One that branches out to form other fusions? P-Funk, of superior quality.

Sly and the Family Stone? Harmonious and shared with my peops? Wearing bell-bottoms and sporting fros?

Maceo Parker? A strong force and leader, but always behind an even bigger force of the Godfather of Soul? Nonetheless one that hits you to the core?

Rick James? Nasty one, but loveable, nonetheless. A serious darkside to that one.

Red Hot Chili Peppers? White and rappy? One that has been around forever and comes and goes like the Santa Ana winds?

Prince? Short and sensual? One that morphs constantly but still has so much soul.

Modeski, Martin, and Wood, Robert Randolph and the Family Band, Galactic, Karl Denson’s Tiny Universe?

“I want the bomb. I want the P-Funk. I want my funk uncut.”