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One of my rare forays into funk (or something very like it -- an abundance of minor-seventh barre chords, so I guess that qualifies.) As a skinny white boy, it was technically illegal to play this (cultural appropriation or somesuch), but the rebel in me, uh, rebelled.
The beginning is a bit trebly and I kind of blanked on the first two choruses (a mistake that Mister James Brown would never make), but once I settle into a groove, it almost sounds like I know what I'm doing.
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