George Clinton is one of those intergenerational icons, like Bob Marley or, unfortunately, the Dave Matthews Band, that summon college students everywhere to cosmically unite and keep on liking and liking them, decade after decade. Clinton is a rite of passage, and now an obligatory add-on to practically any social-networking profile of those between the ages of 18 and 50. Who can listen to Parliament's "Give Up the Funk" (or really anything by Parliament, arguably the best Clinton offshoot) without affectionately remembering sweaty, shoulder-to-shoulder house parties and red SOLO cups? What is it about Clinton's brand of funk? Is it the whole drug culture thing? Yes. Is it the nonsense and made-up words? Probably. Is it the autotuner and weird "Thriller" sounds? Partially. What about the rainbow dreads? Absolutely. Fortunately, unlike futons or op art, Clinton's appeal actually makes sense. It is undeniably dance-worthy and unassailably fun. The man brings people together. 18+.
Mon., Jan. 12, 8 p.m., 2009