Cold Blooded was mixed. But it was crying out for a guitar solo that was equal parts funky-as-hell and grungy-as-fuck.
So who the hell else would you call but the cat who lays it down every night with George Clinton and the P Funk All-Stars?
Garrett killed it on the first take, of course. There was no, “could you just play it a little more orange?” “It’s nice, but we’re looking for something the kids will like.” Fuck all that. We knew Star Child Jr was gonna knock it out of the park. With truly great musicians you just stand back and watch it all happen.