I Used To Be Cool

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I used to be cool. It was long ago and it almost seems like it was in a very different universe, but I have seen the pictures, I used to be cool. Not long after graduating from college in the mid-nineties, I drifted to Boulder, Colorado and found myself working the door at a popular music venue, and I began to hang out with the cool crowd. I once argued about football, with two guys, one wearing only a diaper and the other wearing a nun’s habit, while George Clinton sat on a couch laughing at our banter and the crowd on the other side of the greenroom wall was chanting “we want the funk.” I had Maceo Parker’s (the Maceo you can hear James Brown call to on so many records) home phone number and I used to get invited to Olympic gold medalist Johnny Mosley’s house parties.… Continue reading

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