Funk Revival: Dance Through Time

Man, I got tired of scrolling, same beats, no truth. Trap hits,

fake flex, nothing to move to. So I dropped to my knees and prayed

out loud, "God, bring us the funk that moves the crowd." I said...

Take me back to the funk that made people sweat, that old school soul we ain't heard

yet. The James Brown bounce, that real baseline, when the dance floor

was sacred and the rhythm divine. Then the ground shook, light turned gold.

A DeLorean appeared like the stories told. A voice shouted, "Let's go,

no rest." "You're going back to where the funk was best." Whoosh,