i've never been a "funk" fan. do not get me wrong, i love some here and there songs that were done by different people here and there, back in the seventies, but i hate the term. it connotes white boys trying to be something they are not.
i remember a nite in 1986 and going to see one of the few black bands that i liked, mothers finest, out of atlanta. i liked them because they rocked hard, the funk. and the girl was amazing. up on stage she was an ebony queen. all of this was compacted by the point that i was hopped up on some heavy exctasy pills.
i had a wonderful time and have the scars to prove it. my old friend alan hasty could tell of the night, but he is now dead. r.i.p.
the venue was flaming sally's, and this was back in a in-between period of macon having a live music scene.
it was great. that night and i loved it all.
i want to talk about all of this some more. so, i'm going to later.
here are some hear
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the white man pictured above in MF is my friend tomi's dad. weird huh, he lives in Woodstock GA.
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