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GEORGE CLINTON - PARLIAMENT - FUNKADELIC

Funk, the final frontier.

here are the voyages of the Mother Ship, while deployed to direct the exploration of strange new worlds, discovering new sounds and new forms of life, to boldly go where no man has gone before.

is the Anno Domini 1975, the era of pure funk starts, takes the form of black music in its purest essence, George Clinton and his bassist Bootsy Collins received a visit on his way back home "A light bounced from one side of the road, we saw more than once and I remember that I said something about the fact that the mothership was angry with us because we had found the funk to the masses without their permission ... At that moment the light hit the car, the street lights suddenly disappeared and we were alone with no one around ... I said <>. These are the words of the Prime Minister of funk, George Clinton, the man who more than anyone has believed in music as a religion, charismatic to the point of collecting under his wing a vast number of musicians to wonder which of the monsters of 'era of funk has not played with him rather than ask who has worked on some of his extravagant projects. Was caused by any substance that vision does not matter, it was time to revive the funk and its preachers.

Since the 50 episodes were succeeded by many in the musical life (and others) of George Clinton, but, as in a vicious circle, something always came back: the desire to bring together the best (and craziest) musicians in circulation so that the verb the funk be known, because, says the wise "The funk is what you need at any time" it was the perfect formula against the "syndrome" of "double consciousness," the being of color and feel discomfort in your country, these United States of America who saw all white or black, but mostly white. There was need of funk as clean air, a new belief, a hope to cling to feel part of un “tutto”, nel sogno della connessione alla coscienza collettiva, al fine della creazione di un mondo perfetto, in tutto e per tutti.

Prima furono “Parliaments”, sonorità doo-wop ed un solo singolo di successo, “(I Wanna) Testify”, emerso grazie all'incarico di Clinton alla Motown in veste di autore; poi furono “Parliament-Funkadelic”, un ensamble di musicisti con diverse provenienze (dalle band di Sly Stone e James Brown per esempio) che nel 1975 diede vita al progetto che palesò il funk agli occhi del mondo: l'Lp “Mothership Connection” ripulì il genere da tutti i fronzoli dati dalle ballads sempre presenti negli black album, giving the music world what it needed without knowing (at least consciously), laying the foundations for the future by planting the seeds for the genre that followed, and drew liberally from funk: hip-hop. Many musicians owe their fame to songs of Parliament-Funkadelic, sampled and revisited in plunder. In the real world, unfortunately, George Clinton could not take advantage of this wealth because of legal troubles resulting from the use of the same musicians for different configurations (Parliament, Funkadelic, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Brides of Funkenstein) under different labels, all band known today under the name of "P-Funk" mean Pure Funk? Yes, it is pure funk, what you read in your mind, you enter into the veins to become part of you until the end of time and space. If this is what you can move the stomach, which makes you blood boil, then sent to the devil any obstacle between you and your true nature, go to the best record store in your town (but the smaller ones, run family) and ask the clerk the best funk album ever produced in history will ask you to wait for a while, disappear behind a door that you had not noticed, and will return with his best smile on his face and what you asked "Mothership Connection". He tells you that can provide altri, “Cosmic Slop” dei Funkadelic per esempio, prezioso per la cover art di Pedro Bell; “Osmium” dei Parliament, che riporta incisioni di gospel, rock e di funk, quello vero. Ci pensate su e gli fate notare che questi titoli erano già nella vostra lista ed una espressione sorniona basterà a fargli capire che voi sapete di cosa state parlando e gli direte che farà meglio a prepararsi al vostro ritorno, per l'acquisto dell'album che vi sconvolgerà, dall'inizio alla fine: “Maggot Brain”, dei Funkadelic; sì, esattamente quel contenitore di suoni che friggono il cervello, quell'album dalla copertina eloquente (una testa di donna che esce, urlante, dal terreno), una tirata polemica the fear attached to the liner notes ... you are ready for a cruise on the ship of funk.

This ship is also yours.

Embark on a journey through unexplored space, pushing boldly where no man (maybe) has gone before.

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