Last night, I went to see George Clinton for the first time. It was WILD! And great. I danced until I was sweaty, and managed to (mostly) ignore the couple standing close to me who were lip-locked so tightly it was shocking they could breathe. Even my BF (shy dancer that he is) worked in some Funkadelic moves.
The band was funky as (*&% and the singers were hollerin' in the most earnest way possible (especially Kimberly Griffith - how does she scream like that and still speak???) prompting most of the crowd flash their "lights".
I am still suffering the side effects of being exposed to THAT much ... ummm ..... "herb" (I don't smoke, don't drink, no drugs, etc.) but just woke from a 2 hour nap...and am still woozy. Here's a clip from the show. "Something about the music..."