Again, AI bringing on the emotions.
I was previously debating the value of heaven and how it could be good without a limbic system, then re-stumbled upon Judith Hill.
If heaven is a bloodless, frictionless realm where nothing hurts, nothing decays, and nobody sweats, it cannot produce funk. Funk requires resistance. It needs a tight room, wood, copper wire, air hitting eardrums, and the gritty, messy reality of being a mammal on a groove.
Watch the performance on YouTube:
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