Within ourselves and all the world, there is Funk. And while Funk is everywhere at all times, mankind's connection to it waxes and wanes. Ages of Funk come and go, with Kings and Queens of Funk rising and falling in a strange rhythm. It was during the last great Golden Age of Funk that the Bunker was built. Raised from the ground by pure Funky magic, the Bunker was a collaboration between the grea
t Funk talents of its day. It was intended to serve as a palace, a home, a monument, and a wellspring, a bastion of Funk that would endure forever and enrich humanity with its groovy emanations. That was the idea anyway. For decades it stood strong, radiating its deep, body-moving waves across the land. But then one day it vanished, leaving not a trace. Some say it was destroyed, obliterated by agents of Antifunk. Others say it was hidden, taken deep within the world to protect it from a society that could not longer hear its music. Still others say it ascended to a different plane, a reality of pure Funk unreachable by mortals. Regardless of the truth, the Funk Bunker passed into legend, into myth, out of the conversations of reasonable folk. It is spoken of by mystics and madmen, in whispers and hushed tones, as a thing best forgotten. But forgetting is a hard thing to do. For the Funk Bunker lives! It lives and it loves and it beams its message across a vast distance, reaching out to those would groove again. We are searching for it now, and we will find it. By hosting funky shows that feature the funniest, coolest, most talented people we can find, we will return the Bunker's call and draw it near again. Join us, and be moved with us.
