Your life without The Chronic, can you imagine? Your life without Parliament Funkadelic, imagine that too. That's like your life without something that's lovely and necessary and causes babies to be made, so that's basically like your life without hips--either having 'em (hi), lookin at 'em, or feelin on 'em. I know, I know--too sad to think about. (You can stop now.)
If the man above had never been born, I'm trying to tell you with my bloggy version of Scared Straight, we would have been denied Parliament, which would then have equaled a sad, empty little life without Dre and Quik and half of Outkast's catalog and Digital Underground and 73% of other West Coast rappers. Basically, it all would've been a cold, barren wasteland had George Clinton not entered it. This is why we count our blessings and do things like celebrate on our web log the birth of the weird old funk doctor.
swing down, sweet chariot stop and let me ride.
God bless cocaine, and God bless weed. God bless bass strings, amps, frets and black and white keys. God bless sweat. AMEN.
Pardon me, as I must go take my dress off now.
"I'll Bet You"
PS - "Do That Stuff." Dizzy Gillespie plays a sax/Me myself I love to max.