Yesterday, remember when I said I was a bit tired after a
night out? Well, that wasn’t the whole truth. The truth is I was arrested by
the mod Police last night. I’m now under investigation by the
mod squad. It’s serious, I could be charged with offences against style.
I thought it would be alright if I slipped over the border
but it didn’t work – they have spies everywhere. The Northern Soulies will tear
off my patches.
Last night I just had to slip out to get some.....you know what
I was after – something special, something dangerous, something…..
Funky
Something with a little…..
Soul
But while there was some Soul involved, if I’m honest with myself when I went to ‘Brave new
World’ in Surbiton, it was all about the
Funk
And when I say funk I mean the funk of a Hammond/Roland
keyboard and a thwackthwackthwacking bass, a ChakaChakaChaka guitar, a big
bold brass section screaming out that note until it hurts and a conga that only
stops every now and again to start hitting out a cowbell kind of rhythm with a fine pair
of vocalists intent on getting down. And
I mean getting right down.
Play that
funky music white boy
Play that
funky music….yeowghhhh!
Play that
funky music white boy
Get down,
get down and play that funky music till you die.
I even had to go miles to find what I was looking for:
groove manoova
If I like my Modern Jazz pared down to the barest minimum, I
have to be honest that if it’s soul or funk, big is definitely the best. Groove
Manoova are 8 strong and they are good. There were keyboards, there were drums,
there were conga’s too. There was a whole Brass section;
There was a bass and lead guitar, both definitely in the zone
here;
Groovers in the house
Can you hear me?
I said;
Groovers in the house
As anyone who knows me can tell you, I have all that mod cool, that certain style, the certain detachment. Well, I lost it
during Grace Jones ‘Pull up to the Bumper, baby’.
Oh, that was good.
‘Joy and pain’ by Maze? Mmmmmmh.
Was that the Starsky and Hutch theme made famous by the great
James Taylor Quartet, who I was lucky enough to see last September? I think it
was.
You see, I have previous convictions. Somehow my soul has
been infected with funk. I even have some white socks somewhere. I’ve heard
that Cognitive Behavioural Therapy could help me.
No, there’s no hope – I’ve relapsed, again.
ChakaChakaChaka
Funky Friday with Groove Manoova.
Neil Harris
(a don’t stop till you drop production)
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