The Origins of the Funk

Once upon a time they was three bruthas who was in a basement. Two play guitar and one play bass. The one decided to come down, drop the guitar and grab some sticks. They jammed out some funky shit fo' hours.

Ev'body be shakin' they ass.

Next time the one brutha who pick up da sticks come over and say, "fuck dat shit, I be playin' guitar now." So de brutha playin' guitar pick up da sticks and busts even a funkier groove.

And dey smiled.

The twin brutha of da bass Dude come in and say, "Fuck all y'all...I wants in on this shit." So he starts playing some funk-ass chicka-chicka shit.

And dey smiled again.

Over time, these bruthas be mixin' crazy shit...funk with country, metal with jazz, goth with pop...all while tradin' instruments and funkin' it up. Then da bad shit happened. Dey moved away from each other.

"FUCK!" said Liam and Ali, "Our asses be stuck in Flo'da, while Salib be up in No'th Kackalacka, and Linus be up in South Central (PA)."

Dey made due. Salib and Linus drove down to that shiny place and dey made even mo' funky ass shit.

And dey smiled yet again.

'Bout 2 years later, dat biotch Salib show up. Dey all smiled and recorded some mo' funky ass shit. As soon as Salib get his funky ass down to Flo'da, and Liam and Linus make it back from Ma'land and Texass, dey gonna do it again.

Don't miss da next Jimmy Jam (?????)

Peace out.
 
 

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