Livin’ in a van down by the riverSeptember 27, 2011
Last weekend I was playing a stack of new classic records that my cousin’s wife (cousin-in-law?) Monica gave me this summer. She got them from her Dad when he died. Sadly, I dont’ know his name but shout out to Monica’s Dad. You had good taste, sir.
Anyway, I put on his copy of Sly & The Family Stone‘s 1969 LP Stand! and, holy schniekies, what a great freaking record. (By the way, it was preceded by Funkadelic‘s Maggot Brain, which is downright awful. Why is that the ONE Funkadelic record every white person owns? Is it because of the cool cover?)
Sorry- off topic again. Anyway, the next day an article appeared in philly.com about how Sly now lives in a van down by the river. I’ve tried to keep track of Sly ever since I caught his rare and bizarre tv appearance on the Grammy’s in ’06. Apparently he sold all of his publishing rights to Michael Jackson and blew all the proceeds on psychedelic drugs, so now he’s wearing a pan on his head and claims the FBI is following him.
Listen to me: Someone, somehow, has gotta get this guy back into reality before we lose a national treasure. The man was pure GENEOUS. What a damn shame.