Which is better than a stick in the eye. Look at my doppelganger doing the Funky Chicken, everybody pointin', even cap man can't believe it (and poor l'il mohawk, the crowd pleaser, didn't get this kinda notice): everybody had a ball at the LC Outdoors event for We B* Girlz, even though the damn book and even Martha Cooper were nowhere to be seen. Still, it was fun. Especially when these two girlz really started to "fight" with dancing. Like Capoeira, only with beats instead of annoying high-pitched string plucking. But the State of New York preventing us from getting the fiercely devoted crowd to know about what they were cheering about in the form of a literary educational tool such as a book shows how boneheaded and small minded and closed entities like this are. This will be the very last time we do anyting like this. If the message is not total, it is not one, or is being coopted by somneone else. Which is why we have been around 11 years.
More props to and from Peter Sutherland. And on a sadder note, RIP Darren Lewis. Right-side pass beating truck does not Capoeira make. Longevity. Long live the Funky Chicken. Not pretty, but still here.
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