I love music. I mean, I ♡music.
I ♡all kind of music. My parents introduced me to country, rock and roll, jazz, classical, old timey gospel and r &b.
My older brothers introduced me to everyone from Bob Marley to Frank Zappa to David Bowie to Elton John. I was in heaven. Music welcomed me with open arms. Any and everything that I felt was conveyed in the music that I was listening to.
It was poetry with a sound track. Then my brother brought Parliment into our home. What in the world? Who was this black space man talking about funk? Handcuffs? What was this beat? I was transfixed. I had to see this group in concert.
I got my chance. Me , my brother and play cousins went to the Norfolk Scope and saw the mother ship come down. Wow....
Unbeknownst to me, my mind was being expanded and was viewing genius. I was being shown there are no rules. Free the shackles off your mind. Wowwwwwwwewwww.
On that night I became a funkateer. I am a fanatic. I had just been introduced to the soundtrack of my youth.
Music has the power to comfort and inspire. When I need to feel powerful, I reach for funk as my inspiration. When I need for my soul to be soothed, I reach for jazz. When I want to feel love, I reach for p hilly soul. When I want to feel closer to God, I reach for old school gospel.
Music is what you need it to be.
"Free your mind and your ass will follow." George Clinton
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