The big 68! Keep on Funkin', Bootsy!

Came across this interview with Tina Weymouth and thought it might be appropriate, it conjures up quite the image:

I guess you've met Bootsy?

Oh yes. My mother, of all people, was on tour with us, because our regular babysitter had not arrived yet—this was the Stop Making Sense tour. He came backstage to see us, and my mother came in the dressing room as we were getting ready to go on and said, "Tina, Tina, there's this marvelous man outside, his name is Tootsie. And you should see how he's dressed!" So I said Tootsie? You must mean Bootsy. "Yes, yes, that's right."

My mother is French. So she brought big and tall Bootsy back with her—and he was quite charmed by her, so I hardly got a word in edgewise. That was my first meeting with Bootsy.

Happy Birthday Bootsie!

Happy birthday, Bootsie.

Happy Bday Bootsy!!!