Monday, August 30, 2010


Funk. What is a funk? What does it mean to funk? How does one funk, and more importantly, how does one enjoy funk?

I’ve been in a bit of blog-funk for a little while. Please excuse me while I free myself of this funkness (even though Microsoft thinks I mean to type ‘funkiness’).

While I’m on the topic, I might as well break into:

“Welcome to station W.E.F.U.N.K, better known as We Funk, or deeper still The Mothership Connection. Home of the extraterrestrial brothers, dealers of funky music, P-Funk, uncut funk, the bomb.

“Coming to you directly from the mothership, on top of the chocolate milky way, 500,000 kilowatts of P-Funk power. So kick back, dig, while we do it to you in your eardrums. Oh me? I’m known as Lollipop Man, alias: The Long-haired Sucker. My motto is:

“Make my funk the P-Funk, I want my funk uncut. Make my funk the P-Funk, I wants to get funked up. I want the bomb, I want the P-Funk. I want my funk uncut. Make my funk the P-Funk, I wants to get funked up.

“Now, this is what I want you all to do: if you’ve got faults, defects, or shortcomings… whatever part of your body it is, I want you to lay it on your radio. Let the vibes flow through; funk not only moves, it can re-move. Dig?

“The desired effect is what you get when you improve your interplanetary funksmanship.”

Sir Lollipop Man, bring me the funk!

–Words and content adapted from Parliament’s P-Funk (Wants To Get Funked Up) lyrics.


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