«Ss¡® I E Y , MISTER, GUESS W H a T ?” I Feel a Small Hand Pulling My Coat Sleeve § and Look Down to See a Young Black Kid About Seven Staring up at Me
«ss¡® I E Y , MISTER, GUESS w h a t ?” I feel a small hand pulling my coat sleeve § and look down to see a young black kid about seven staring up at me. It’s October 28, 1976, and I’m in the New Orleans Civic Auditorium, a hall packed with riggers, gaffers, soundmen and musicians. An incredible event B Y TOM V I C K E R S Parliament-Funkadelic, Is about to unfold. “Mister, you The band kicked into the deadly groove of “Dr. Funkenstein.” circa 1974: Calvin know what’s going to happen here As George strutted down the stairway, the audience was groov Simon, Bernie Worrell, tomorrow night? The Mothership ing so hard that the whole arena was shaking. Joints were lit, Grady Thomas, is going to land right on that stage, and the sweet smell of reefer filled the hall as the crowd "Boogie" Mosson, and Dr. Funkenstein himself is screamed, clapped and celebrated as if it had just witnessed the "Fuzzy" Haskins, going to be here,” he continues, Second Coming. It was a moment that I will remember as long George Clinton,"Tiki" unaware that Dr. Funkenstein as I live, and anyone who saw the Mothership land back in the Fulwood, Garry Shider, himself, George Clinton, is stand day had their lives permanently changed. Michael Hampton, ing less than six feet away. The kid And those geepies, like the New Orleans kid, made George guitarist Ron continues rapping to me as the sil one of the most sampled producers in hip-hop. Rappers from Bykowski, Ray Davis ver Mothership is hoisted to a Dr.
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