Originally Posted by DirtyWhiteBoy

Then... this big burly black man moved into the apartment on top of mine. His nick name was "Cat Daddy" (no joke) and he had toured with James Brown for a few years and a few other 70's funk bands. He taught me about groove and opened my eyes to funk. Real groove and real funk... and that was the end of my shredding days. Those hours spent in his apartment taught me more than any lesson or school I ever attended.