On a related note, has anyone ever played Sim City and not called their city Funkytown? And then not called its eventual replacement New Funkytown?
Juniper,
already up to New New New Funkytown
I haven’t been to Funky Town in a while (I keep talking about it, talking about it, talking about it, talking about it, but never get moving), but I did go a few years ago. The place has really run down. The Funky Town Chamber of Commerce was really active back in the 70’s, trying to get people to visit, but over the past few years they’ve just slacked off. No energy to the place. YMMV, but it definitely was not the place for me.
If you ask me, Chocolate City is a lot more funky. The Parliament has a much more hands-off policy towards promotion; they figure free your mind, and your ass will follow.
I always used Alphaville.
George Clinton is both the Grandmaster of Funk and Governor of New York, so it’s clear Funkytown is in New York. But where? I think SolGrundy’s theory is right; Funkytown is a “place of energy” - ie near a nuclear power plant. The fact that they’re always talking about it indicates it’s a controversial one; my guess is Indian Point. This woman is obviously an anti-nuclear activist who’s tired of her boyfriend’s ineffective petition-signing; she wants to go directly to the plant and close down the reactor by sabotage. So we’ve arrived at the true meaning of “Funkytown” - it’s a call to arms!
Does she realize if she tries to close down Funky Town’s nuclear reactor, they will release the dogs? And the bees? And the dogs that have bees in their mouths so when they bark they shoot bees at you?
No wonder her boyfriend balks at taking her to Funky Town!
The problem with this woman is that she doesn’t really want to go to Funky Town. Note the way she enjoys talking about it: “Well, I talk about it /I talk about it, I talk about it, I talk about it /Talk about, talk about, talk about moovin’.” She’s the type that prefers to talk rather than do. If she spent less time talking, and more time doing, she’d have gotten there already. But no, she just prefers to talk about it, and in the meantime, tries to convince someone to take her there. She thinks that if someone else does the work for her, she’ll be happy. But even if she could convince someone take her there, I suspect she’d still be unhappy.
She needs to go through the process by herself. She needs to find the Funky Town within. She’s taken the first step: she recognizes that she talks about “moovin’” to Funky Town, and that she even talks about it too much. Now all she needs to do is find that place within herself, and take the process to its conclusion. Then, she won’t have to talk about it, nor try and convince someone to take her there, to a place where she still won’t be happy, and where she’ll spend all of her time there talking about “moovin’” all over again.
Thanks Eve!!! I needed that!!!
Question:
Is Electric Avenue in Funkytown?
Because if not, maybe she is trying to convince her S/O to take her to Funkytown, but he wants to rock down to Electric Avenue. Presumably to take it higher. She could just be trying to get a change of venue. My wife and I have discussions of this nature. She wants me to take her to Funkytown, but I wanna Rock Down to Electric Avenue. And then take it higher.
IMHO, he has the stronger argument due to the fact that he has a plan about what activities they will be participating in once they get to their destination. (Obviously, Taking Electric Avenue Higher.) She isn’t so clear on this.
Hmmm … if it is, that gives us damned good clue as to location. Electric Avenue is in Brixton, Saaarf London. That also might explain his reluctance to up and go. Emmigration being a major decision, what with visas and removal expenses and all. It’s not as easy as she thinks.
As for the location of Funkytown…
Funkytown is obviously in a state of total coolness. Or, rather in the State of North Total Coolness.You know, like the State of North Dakota, but, cool, dig it? In fact, it is the State Capitol of North Total Coolness.
Now ask any Low Rider–you cannot get to a State of Total Coolness (much less North Total Coolness) riding no Public Transportation. Dig it? 
Now, 'scuze me. I gotta go meet my old friend, Kitty. She says on the phone, that she wants to tell me about some Boy From New York City. What’s up wit dat? 
I read this post to my wife yesterday morning (I never read posts to my wife). And for the whole weekend, noone in the H. household can stop singing that silly ditty.
To get to Funkytown, you got to slippety-slide a ride on The Mothership Connection, I think funkadelic has the tickets.
Actually, there’s an Electric Avenue in Red Bluff, California. Red Bluff is most emphatically not Funkytown, nor can it possibly be anywhere near Funkytown. Trust me on this one.
So while she wants to go to Funkytown, he wants to go to Red Bluff instead. This seems bizarre on the face of it, but not so. I’ve heard that , wherever Funkytown is, people there do the Hustle. Do the Hustle. Do the Hustle. Which is the world’s most annoying song, and he presumably would go ANYWHWERE - even Red Bluff - to avoid hearing that repetitious flute solo thing happen again and again and again. And who can blame him?
I originally read that as “Steve Guttenberg”, and was glad to see he had a productive job for a change.
Steve Guttenberg…
Didn’t he print some Bible back in the 15th century?
This thread right here? This has reaffirmed my love for SDMB and Dopers in general. I don’t think I’ve laughed this hard in a long time.
<sighs>
I suppose I should weigh in on this subject, being a citizen of said Town of Funkitude.
Yes, it is a gated community. We don’t allow riff-raff or ne’er-do-wells. It is not a smelly place, but a golden city of eternal cool. I wouldn’t recommend bringing your kids up there, though, as excessive funk has been shown to stunt development in children and may be linked to abnormal growths of funk in their little bodies.
There is no Funky Street in Funky town. There is, however, a Funky Street in Margaritaville, a town a few miles away.
Now, I don’t know about the town SolGrundy was speaking of, but the Funkytown I remember was a world apart. In Funkytown, we wear our sunglasses at night so that we can keep track of the visions in our dreams. In Funkytown, we wanna rock and roll all night and party every day, and we often do. In Funkytown, you can ride on the Magical Mystery Tour, and then go have a bite to eat at Alice’s Restaurant, not the Sad Cafe. In Funkytown, you can go MacArthur Park and watch the tequila sunrise, or you can stay home and rock the cradle of love. It’s your thing, do what you wanna do.
To sum up, Funkytown is the town that’s right for you. It’s not a town without pity, and it’s safe to walk where the neon lights are pretty, downtown. So don’t be down and let your troubles surround you. Here, you can teach the world to sing in perfect harmony.
But only in the very least funky neighborhood! The street with the tree, how big it’s grown, and friend, it hasn’t been so long she went away . . .
…AND now for the official death of this thread, by he threadkiller extroadinaire, put your hands together for…
http://www.funkytown.com/fla/funkfla.html
I’m pretty sure the Grand Funk Railroad goes there…
…and I’m really annoyed that casdave beat me to posting the website. Hey, there’s a movie too!
Well, ever since those damn Osmonds moved in, certain areas of the town have gone downhill. The funk rate in those neighborhoods has spiralled down, while the tooth factor has skyrocketed. It’s a shame. The City Fathers and Mothers of Invention have started a petition to get rid of them, or at least pass zoning laws giving certain undesirables their own city, but the outlook is rather bleak.
And of course you can be cool using public transportation! You can hop aboard the Love Train, and your baby can take the morning train! You can even find out who rides the magic bus!