The George I’m giving a TransGriot birthday shoutout to is probably looking for the Mothership to land instead of a birthday cake.
Funkateers, raise those hands high and flash the P-funk sign in honor of George Clinton, who was born on this date back in 1941.
Couldn’t let this day pass with giving a shout out to the man who kept me and my peers dancing through our high school and college years.
He also wrote some lyrics and songs that while sounding nonsensical to the peeps who were faking the funk, were dropping serious knowledge on those of us who knew how to spell psychoalphadiscobetabioaquadoloop and were on the alert for any appearances of Sir Nose D’voidoffunk.
My high school class considers Parliament’s Flash Light it’s unofficial class song.
And I can’t count how many step shows in the early 80’s I attended that didn’t have the local Omega Psi Phi chapter doing their step routine to the Que Dog National Anthem, AKA Atomic Dog.
Happy birthday, George.