Music vet and New Times scribe Lee Zimmerman offers his insights, opinions, and observations about the local scene. This week, the Funky White Boy returns.
There are many problems with cover bands, but one of the biggest is that their dance anthem happens to be Wild Cherry's "Play That Funky Music." This cringe-worthy song pisses me off, much like it pisses off any other person with discerning tastes. Sometimes my angry venom gets spewed at anyone within earshot. I actually attempt to "un-request" it in advance, hoping to head off the inevitable. But there it is. It pops up in the middle of the cover band's set like Freddy Krueger in a nightmare.
Recently, whilst in the midst of my public venting, I caught the attention of an actual fan. "I happen to like that song," he commented. "Just because you don't like it doesn't mean it's no good."
"If you are a white person and you enjoy 'dancing and singing and moving to the groovin', then you are actively participating in your own degradation. Period... These guys are white and lame but trying to sing about their own funkiness and that is a new definition of pathetic... I am white and I am funky and I am offended... There's a reason why most groups are one hit wonders. They suck."