Holy funk! George Porter Jr. just sat down with a bass on his lap and fully funked up The Van for a good fifteen minutes. Then he went about his day in Telluride like it wasn’t no thang. Like he wasn’t one of the original Meters. Like this wasn’t actually one of the cooliest, funkiest, most phenomenal things to ever happen inside of our mobile, neon, atmosphere. Man, it was too damn cool, and lucky you, through the power of the funky-ass interwebs we get to share the moment with you. It’s not exactly the same, but I’ll be damned if enough of that good phresh funk don’t shine through the monitor and hit you right where it counts, in the funky bone. Boom, did that, peace, love, and all the other good shit.