R.I.P. : Clyde Stubblefield. In the Jungle Groove was the last mind-shredder JB anthlogy and Stubblefield was all over it. Too bad about his financial and health problems, but another reason to adore and mourn Prince.
R.I.P.: Junie Morrison. Obviously gregarious and lovable, I’ve found his work more lightweight than some other folks do — Bread Alone is the only item I play every few years. But he enjoyed the advantage of being a bit of a trickster like George Clinton. And when I discovered I did not have a disc with “Funky Worm” on it, I corrected the lapse.