I was still thinking about Spalding today, which made me thing about 1986 and 1987. And in the googling that such ruminations always lead to, I found more than a few traces of friends from those years, and even before. Indeed, the first friends I made after the fallow years of Abbott Junior High. Such as Dean Sitton, ne'erdowell pothead skater who the last time I heard was going to join the Army. Now he seems to make computer games. Some of them are real. This one, P-Funk Game-2003, seems to be still in its conceptual stage:
"It is the year 2222, and though George Clinton did make it to the White House and (yes) did paint it black, the world slowly returned to normal… The members of the various forms of Parliament Funkadelic have scattered to the four corners of the globe (seems like) and it is up to whoever you decide to regroup, saddle up, form like a transforming robot, and posse up.
Though the main goal of the game is to rock the planet under one groove, there is a expert goal for advanced players. Only when all of the required musical items and team members have been located is it possible to hold the global concert. If all game items (including computers, antennas, dishes, gear, secret alien technology) are collected the Mother ship is hailed. Letting you know that the Funk is galactic, expanding ever outward into the cosmos, and this is your road ahead.
The end of the game? There is no end to infinity. The Funk is everlasting.Posted by dbrown at March 16, 2004 10:52 PM