Nobody tells you that you’re going to vanish.
Life ain’t cheap, and if yours is then somebody else is getting screwed. I’m sure there are exceptions to this, but for the most part I think this is true–your great deal […]
What’s in a name? I don’t know. Everything, nothing. All I know for certain is that the move from Jim to James was a liberating one for me. So what’s in a […]
Ah, yeah. William “Bootsy” Collins is a favorite of my son’s and mine. All either one of us has to say is “on the one” and the other will bust into some […]
My love for all things Funkadelic knows no bounds. Call it what you want — Parliament, P-Funk, Funkadelic, George Clinton, Bootsy’s Rubber Band, Dr. Woo, it doesn’t matter. If it’s on the […]
Chocolate Milk is one of those sad victims of time. They were a really cool funk band from New Orleans that made eight albums between 1975 and 1982 and then they were […]
There is a fine line sometimes between romance and memory. I am guilty of putting on the rose-colored Bootsy shades, but I try to keep it to a minimum. Sometimes, though, it is […]