Stoneman
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1/27/2017 8:35:30 PM
Saved By The Phunk!
I woke up one day and my mind was all cloudy. I looked in the mirror and I saw 62 staples in my head. I was like WTF? I didn’t recognize anything in my house and although I knew my wife she was still kind of a beautiful sexy mystery walking around serving me huge helpings of love, affection, and food. I walked around the house marveling at everything I saw. Somehow, I had forgotten that it had taken me a lifetime of hard work and sweat to get all this stuff. Then, I walked into my studio and the lights began to come on in my spirit. I knew that this was my place, my favorite place in the whole house. I looked on the walls and saw all of my awards and shit. I was like, wow! I must be really good at what I do. I looked at my instruments and kind of remembered that they were my first and best friends. Day after day I would go into my studio and examine everything in it. My wife told me that I was a Recording Artist and Engineer before my accident. Something about hearing that made me feel sad. I didn’t remember how to use all of my equipment. I felt weird but I had to find out what it was all about. Then, I found my notes from college and my adventure into rediscovery began. I had really good notes and they guided me through the inner workings of Reason, Logic Pro, and Pro Tools. Over the summer I got reaquainteed with my studio and all of its inner workings. But the thing that really blessed me was my archives on my computer. There were several beginnings of songs and the one file that really got my attention was the “Funk” files. These were music files that I had created for the Funk CD I was working on before my accident. I played them all and as I listened the past was revealed to me. My memory started to come back and before I knew it, I was playing these musical ditties on my keyboard, guitar and horns. It was like opening a cabinet and finding a world of goodies to eat. The funk files brought me back to a sense of normalcy. Brain surgery may have disrupted my memory but the funk files were bringing everything back into view. As I deciphered each lick I began to remember my life as it was before the accident. I was saved by the Funk! The Funk in me has now brought me back to myself and I am once again self aware. I pledge allegiance to the Funk and nothing but the funk from this day on. Uh, that would actually be Phunk with a P. Feel me? I want the bomb, I want the P. funk, don’t want my phunk stepped on, make my phunk the P. funk before I take it home. I’m Back!
Much Respect,
Stoneman
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Stoneman
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1/28/2017 9:06:53 PM
Aye me musical comrades. It is true that the funk is deeply rooted in my genes. As one of the greats, Lou Donaldson, once said, "Everything I play gone be funky, from now on!" Haha Damn! I loved that song.
Much Respect,
Stoneman
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