Funk Never Dies. It Is Eternal. It

My First Gig Was At Radio City Music Hall When I Was 13.

Funk Never Dies. It Is Eternal. It Just Smells A Little Different From Time To Time.

According To My Parents, I Just Started Drumming When I Was Two. I Traveled With Them From Five To Seven On The Road, Playing Percussion. Between 8 And 12, My Dad Sort Of Prepared Me By Teaching Me Every Aspect Of Road Life.

We Have To Get Back To "we." It's Important To Get Back To "we" Not Just "i."

What I'm Slowly Realizing Is That I Believe That Most Of Us Felt That We Could Relax A Little Bit After November 2, 2008, Because Of The Progress And The Spirit That It Took To Get Barack Obama In The White House. And What We Didn't Realize, Is That Was Really The Beginning. That Was Really The Beginning Of The Struggle And Not The End Of A Struggle, To Come From Colonial Times Through Slavery, Through The Jim Crowe Laws, Through The Civil Rights Period To The White House As, Like A Point A/point B Journey. Point B Of Course Being The End.