When James isn't busy chugging whiskey and driving school busses, he's touring the globe with his
death metal/jazz fusion/bluegrass/smooth funk cover band James Dudek and the soldiers of tomorrow.
James and his band are funky fresh, they are the janitors of funk. They feel the funk in their pants.
If you were sitting on the toilet and you were out of funk paper, james and his band would drop a whole fuckin assload of
funkpaper at your feet without flinching an elbow muscle. You would look up at him, and he would look funky.
One time i went to see james and his band toronto it was really sweet. While i was backstage 3 finger arden
marcetta approached me and sold me some rock, i sold it back to him and then he sold it back to me, then he stole it from
me and sold it back to me at half price. Ruthless....
Then assburger played, i didn't really watched them they sounded like a bunch of nickelodeon shit. James
and i wore polo shirts and drank tequilla, we played full contact checkers and i broke his ass with 4 kings, it was wicked
he had checker dents in his ass for mad long.
he had to sing with a broken ass
Then james layed the funk down real smooth and we all went back to kevin winter's house for peyote and singapore
slings with mescal on the side.
a Z?
Twist it left
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