Thursday, October 25, 2007

Sammie's claim to not-so-fame

Sammie loves to tell people that he played a gig with the former drummer of the P-funk. The who? Exactly.

Friday night, we were sitting in the PSU Creamery eating ice cream with our friends, the Kidds. They've been our partners in crime for many adventures and we were thrilled that they came to visit us in State College. Ever since we met Jeremy Kidd, he has been going to finish his doctoral dissertation in economics in the next couple of months. That was two and a half years ago. It's not like he's been idle, he just graduated from law school with honors and passed the Utah Bar. And he and his wonderful wife, Heather, are very involved in church service, playing games, buying dvds, and buying bookshelves to store their dvds and books. Sammie loves to tease Jeremy about the dissertation and the subject came up at the creamery. The conversation went something like this:

Sammie: How old are you?
Jeremy: 33
Sammie: Law school's only three years. How come you're only just graduating? Oh wait, you spent 7 years NOT getting a PhD in Economics.

(Laughter and guffaws from the spectators - me and Heather)

Jeremy: Well business school is only 2 years. How come you're just starting when I'm finishing law school?

(More laughter, oohs and aahs, from spectators)

Sammie: Well, while you weren't getting your PhD in Economics, I was out playing a gig with the former drummer of the P-funk.

And this is where I stepped in. As we stood up to throw out our ice cream bowls (which were licked very clean), I stopped at a nearby table, excused myself, and asked if anyone there had heard of the P-funk. From their blank stares, it was obvious they hadn't. Sammie tried to help them out: "Parliament Funkadelic? Parliament? George Clinton?" Nothing. It was hopeless.

We laughed all the way to the car. And laughed as we got in the car. And were still laughing when we stopped at the kiosk to pay the parking attendant. As Sammie handed her the parking ticket, he made one last attempt to salvage his dignity: "Excuse me, have you heard of the P-funk?"

We held our breath. Sammie's ego hung in the balance. Had he actually brushed greatness during his rock star career in LA? Did he achieve enough status that he is now a "has-been"? or is he simply a "never was"?

"The P-funk? No. Should I have?"

We laughed the rest of the way home and, well, pretty much all weekend.

3 comments:

Spenceanna said...

Sammie, if it's any consolation, I think my mother's sister's niece's half-cousin's sister's x-boyfriend heard one of their songs...jk. I'm with you: Tear the roof off!
love you guys!

Janie and Andrew said...

Great story - made us laugh. According to wikipedia(where we had to go to get any info on them): The P-Funk groups had their heyday in the 1970s. How long was that gig again?? :) :) We love you guys!

Ben Bennett said...

Excuse me!

Make my funk the P.Funk
I want my funk uncut
Make my funk the P.Funk
I wants to get funked up. (W-E-F-U-N-K, y'all)
I want the bomb, (home of the bomb)
I want the P.Funk
I want my funk stepped on
(Don't step on my funk)
Make my funk the P.Funk
Before I take it home.

Sammy you are obviously surrounded by funkless, P.h.D-less souls. I feel ya brutha!