What Tip is trying to do, Chris, is to make you tap into that vein deep inside you that glories in you being your bad self. Marcie doesn’t need that kind of stimulus; she already knows that she can get, as they say, down. But you can’t do funk if you don’t love the feel of your own skin.
Such an enthusiastic young lady.
She gets it.
Shake it, Marcie!
Solid Men To The Front On Wings Of Lightning, El Capitan! Gallant And Gay We’ll March Away!
Nice touch, the two Men in Black looking on from a distance in disbelief…
There IS one thing funk does not work against, and that’s proudly self-absorbed fervor – the main weapon of The Man. Devious!
Because you can’t really feel the groove with overly-complex modern ryhthms such as the “Rag Time” or the “Cha-Cha.”
What Tip is trying to do, Chris, is to make you tap into that vein deep inside you that glories in you being your bad self. Marcie doesn’t need that kind of stimulus; she already knows that she can get, as they say, down. But you can’t do funk if you don’t love the feel of your own skin.
I like how her earrings match his medallion. Atom symbol?
Or sand dollar with some Krylon.
It’s still something, that Tip had them on hand and ready to go…
“One-two-three-four…Well, she was just seventeen, you know what I mean…”
This is why we all love Marcie.