Yeah its p-funk. Woot.
At about 2:30 am last night, Markie and I were staggering around, headed past this club where the cartoon gods of funk, Parlament – Funkadelic were — of course — tearin’ the roof off the Muthasucka. And we slipped right in. Okay, I did. Markie had to pay 5 bucks. For the closing 5 minutes of legendary funk? Priceless.