Enthusiasts, I love me some Bootsy…but this might be terrible. Is this as bad as I think it is?
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Enthusiasts, I love me some Bootsy…but this might be terrible. Is this as bad as I think it is?

“Hey, Boots.”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I think Sly fell out.”
“On his feet like that?”
“Motherfucker can fall asleep in any position.”
“Well, nudge him or something. It’s embarrassing.”
“I know.”
“Don’t do that shit in front of the white folks.”
“I know, I know.”
A grey-market release from 1999 of Bootsy and his Rubber Band in Louisville on 3/15/78. Wonder what Bobby thought of the show? He reviewed a gig from the following month for some reason:


From the quicksand that is Grateful Seconds–seriously: you get sucked in and don’t emerge for hours–comes this left-fielder. Our own Bobert Herbert Walker Weir doing some stringer duty for the Nashville Tennessean as a concert reviewer back in ’78. The Dead had played Municipal Auditorium the night before (4/22/78) to a half-full room, and were off for the evening before another show in Normal, IL, on the 24th. It appears that the troupe stayed in Nashville on the 23rd, which is understandable, and Bobby picked up some side work.
Those are the facts, Enthusiasts. This is what we know. What is left are questions, and I don’t know how many. This is an NP problem, like the Travelling Salesman’s route: we will not know how long it will take us until we are finished. Let us begin.
Wanna know how respected Bernie Worrell is?
Here’s the band for this track:
Forget about Herbie Hancock and Keith Richards: Bernie got Gary Cooper, and he’s been dead since 1961. That’s respect.
(Also: that is the laziest album cover I’ve ever seen. Love you, Bernie, but it’s true.)
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