No one ever asks why I have lost a bit of hearing. Maybe they don’t notice that I’m trying to read their lips. It’s part of the reason that I don’t do phone interviews anymore. It could lead to some serious misquoting.
I used to be able to hear. Then I went to see George Clinton & Parliament-Funkadelic in July 2009. Apparently, I stood too close to the speakers. I wasn’t paying attention. I just wanted to get closer to the stage.
Was it worth it? Yes, totally.
It was an amazing show. George Clinton is like one of the Godfathers of Funk. If you want to know about funk, you should know about George Clinton.
It’s too bad that I didn’t have a decent camera. I would have had some great photos instead of one that is average. I think the pictures that I do have were on MySpace. Can you believe that shit? MySpace. . . It’s like another life over there.
Oh look, I found my photos of George Clinton and P-Funk.
My boyfriend and I met Ricky Rouse, who played guitar with P-Funk at the time. He even played my boyfriend’s twelve-string guitar for awhile. There was a hippy chick that wanted me to send the pictures of Ricky Rouse to her but I could never find her. According to what was on MySpace, her name was Amber. So there she is with Ricky Rouse. You can’t tell it’s him because I was trying not to be obvious. I should’ve just been obvious and would’ve gotten a good picture.
