I was too young.
I was to white.
I was too New Jersey.
I just wasn’t something enough…to get it. to dig it, to own it.
I couldn’t pull off funky.
Now, I’m not saying I can now…I’m not saying I’m Shaft (other people say it, I bet…)
But back then, this was going on. This was (what’s) happening.
(Me? I wasn’t Roger, I wasn’t Rerun…I didn’t even pay rent.)
Now though,
because you can go back, back and forth in time easy…you can remix re-edit and replay everything. re-discover…
Now, we can remember fresh.
Funky.
We got soul, because there seems to be so little of it out there.
Be in a den. Be in some lounge. Be on some midnight soul train. Be in a club that has no name,
an enormous silent bouncer in a black suit, chairs sofas and lamps from some future you are sure will come, speakers, sparkles and a sleaze that comes off as sexy.
oh, to download it…then play it…just click here first.
