Funk is its own reward. That means something; I’m sure of it. Most of the shit George Clinton said was like that. Ooh, lights. And a big eyeball. Is that a reference to The Great Gatsby? Almost certainly not. Cosmic Slop opener. There’s been thousands of songs written about hookers, but none of them are as … Continue reading Real-Time Thoughts On P-Funk, Live In Houston 10/31/76