June 4, 2011
Better than: Piling
mounds of funk in your living room and awaiting the arrival of the Mothership.
We got in line early for this much-anticipated exercise in
total-immersion funk, despite warnings that buckets of rain could drench the
city any second. Arrayed in a ragged line down Geary Street were variegated
players of some far-receding year or other, plus their sightly dates, plus
a number of punky kids. Within this multiracial monument to sartorial
funkitude, my Soviet-era officer's jacket made me look like just one more of
the temporally displaced. Bystanders inquiring after the reason for all this
heterodox devotion got the answer: "Bootsy!"
Soon, the founding funkateer's name rang up and down the street like a mantric
word-bomb until they finally let us in.
After five years of relative inactivity, Bootsy Collins is back on the road supporting a new album called Tha Funk Capital of the World. Arguably better known than P-Funk mentor George Clinton, Collins is the last, loudest, and best-loved James Brown disciple, and it was plain from the folks crowding the stage that such nights as these come but seldom to the faithful.
The hour stretched, ambient temperatures rose, and the P.A. offloaded a lot of Sly & the Family Stone tunes while the masses grew restless and cries went up for "Boot-SAY!" Anon wriggled out three Bootsy girls who made a brief pitch for the great man's multifarious good works before another longish interval. There was more and louder hollering, which, by 9:30, became downright irritable. Suddenly the house lights shut off and a lugubrious voice began to intone a sermon, the sense of which -- "One is not a lonely number when it contains the essence of all that is" -- brought stupendous cheers. A baker's dozen of musicians filed out, among them first-wave P-Funkateers Bernie Worrell and Frankie "Kash" Waddy, and a thumping fanfare over Bootzilla's entrance went on until the star strode out, grinning hugely as the iconic Space Bass was strapped to him.
Spreading Hope Like Dope
Ahh ... The Name Is Bootsy Baby
The Pinocchio Theory
Bernie String Theme
Red Hot Mama
Yummy, I Got The Munchies
Don't Take My Funk
One Nation Under a Groove
Stretchin' Out in a Rubber Band