I borrowed the idea for this post from Vanessa — I love her blog, so check it out. It’s not about yoga, but it’s all about spirit. Thanks, girlfriend!
Many of you are too young to remember Sly and the Family Stone, but I loved Sly. The band was old school funk, and being brought up on the south side of Chicago, I loved that the band was “mixed.” I also loved the blond wig on Sly’s sister, so out there and in your face. Plus I had a thing for the sax player, but I had a thing for all sax players back in the day.
When I was in high school in the ’70s, I had the “honor” of being at a Sly Stone concert in Grant Park, Chicago, when a riot broke out. My friends and I ditched school to go to this free concert — peace, love, dove, baby. You might remember their album “There’s a Riot Goin’ On” — uh, yeah, I was there.
Sly had the reputation of not showing up for concerts and when people started to figure out that he was a no-show, they got a little hot under the collar. Unfortunately, so did the infamous Chicago Police when they saw people ripping the stage apart and stealing instruments. Tear gas really doesn’t smell good, y’all.
So enjoy the funk and be yourself.