I saw this concert twice on her tour. I was fourteen or thirteen, with a sixteen year old girlfriend and a 17-year old mutual lady friend of ours. My dad drove us there and back; we ended up in a giant home alone with a hot tub, three living rooms and an arcade. Not my dad of course; row six tickets. All white spandex as I recall all over the stage. Remembering my George Clinton concerts reminded me of this track. #MyMemoryBanksAreNotComplaining
Posted on: Sat, 11 Oct 2014 02:05:41 +0000
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