Funkadelic and Other Things
Saturday night was the George Clinton show. Got there early, stood in line in the freezing cold for an hour, and we were in the FRONT ROW, BITCHES! Yay! (we = me, jordan, trevor, allie, and chris) One of my fingertips touched George Clinton. Jordan bought me a t-shirt, too. Allie passed out at random - not enough food and a little dehydration and the random drunk guy who was crowding up behind her wasn't helping at all. I pretended to be her girlfriend from then on and kept my arm around her with my elbow in that guy's chest. About halfway through I think he was escorted away by security for being a jerk. Sadly, the guitarist kinda sucked, and the treble was way up so my ears are STILL ringing - but the Atomic Dog himself is still the grandmaster of funk, and the rest of the show that didn't involve the guitarist playing for 10 minutes straight - the rest was funkin' awesome. I highly reccommend to everyone that you should go see a george clinton show at least once. Do it.
My Shirt:
I also bought some really random 60's psychedelic rock at Used Kids before the show. It's incredi-trippy.
My ears hurt. I'm going to go lay down.
My Shirt:
I also bought some really random 60's psychedelic rock at Used Kids before the show. It's incredi-trippy.
My ears hurt. I'm going to go lay down.