WELCOME TO THE PURPLE PAM FOUNDATION
  • Home
  • Beat Junkie IOS
  • EVENT
  • THE MISSION
  • Swag
  • Pam's Mixes
  • Discography
  • Stories
  • Biography
  • My Recipe
  • MEMORIES
  • Contact
  • youtube
  • Pam's Blog

Stories

in Memory of Pam - Missing U

Picture
Picture
Picture
Picture
Picture
Picture
Picture
Stories and Post about Pam from Family and Friends

Boots Riley
December 29, 2017

Picture
​I loved a woman.
Her name was Pam. 
I’ve yelled her name thousands of times in my life.
Pam The Funkstress.
Pam The muthafuckin Funkstress.

Now when I yell it, she won’t hear me.

These are a few thoughts about her. Just things I want to share. Not definitive and I don’t care how correct it is, it’s just what I feel right now.

I saw Pam for the first time in 1991 in San Mateo or San Jose at one of the many “Hip Hop Conferences” that were sweeping the Bay Area and taking the $25-$50 of any number of us suckers who coughed up money to listen over and over to the same music industry folks tell us how to correctly put our demo tape songs in order, or that “the music business is a BUSINESS”. Useless stuff that we thought was gold because we were looking for any wisdom we could get, and at the very least, these conferences were run by hustlers who taught us more about the business through our experiences of being hustled by them than we learned from any of the bullshit panels they had.

You could also pay to perform at these things. The Coup did this a few times. None of these venues that were around here were letting Bay Area Hip-Hop groups do gigs so why not? Another group that came on stage at one of these conferences that blew us the fuck out the water was called Funk Lab Allstars. They had C-Funk, the rapper who was one of the most charismatic rappers I had seen in the Bay Area. They had costumes that made me think that they might actually be part of Parliament/Funkadelic. They had undeniable funk blasting off their DAT tape. And they had one of the most exciting, animated, show-stealing DJs I had ever seen. She was mysterious to me. Maybe partly because I wasn’t yet well traveled socially- she displayed a confidence in a way that I hadn’t personally seen from a performer- much less a female performer before. A boisterous, comical, energy that can only come across on stage once you’ve totally mastered everything you’re doing. I mean she was dancing and enjoying herself while cutting up a record with mastery. She also dressed, at that time, in a way that these days might be described by others pigeon-holing her while attempting not to do so- as “gender non-conformist”. It was clear that this person couldn’t give less of a fuck. We were being totally shat on by this woman wearing a giant smile, big baggy jeans, a giant Ben Davis work jacket all the way buttoned up, and a black beanie with all her hair tucked in. Dancing all over our identities. That was Pam The Funkstress.
Picture
In 1992, I went looking for Pam to invite her to join The Coup. She was DJing Tupac’s first album release party at a venue in SF that is now The Gold Club. That night, there was a giant storm. Rain was pouring down like crazy. My boy Rob Ebow was driving me and his car broke down in the center lane of the bay bridge. We got out and got the car started. We were on a mission. When I got to the party- I was soaking wet from head to socks, due to the bridge adventure, and I was leaving puddles everywhere. Pam was on the tables and Tupac was leaning over talking into her ear- and she was just nodding to him like “I got you”. Maybe it was a request or something. I waited around for the right time to talk to her and after watching Tupac dance with Yo-Yo to his own song, I headed over to Pam. I said “I don’t know if you remember me-“ 
She looked at my awkward, soaked outfit and said “I remember you” .
But the look on her face said “I remember your wack ass show from last year”. I told her we were in need of a DJ and she told me that she was working right now. I was persistent and called her everyday for a week until she came and met with me and E-roc. I don’t really know what made her join us at that time, but she did and my life was changed forever.
Picture

Pam was a very tough woman. She did a lot to put that out there. She always greeted me in one of two ways. Most frequent was something that should be spelled “What’s up with you, boy?” but actually should be read “Wsupwitchabwaaunngh!” The second was something that only two people in my life can get away with: “Booty!” She was tough in a very jovial way- always had a joke or something that made it seem like it was hard for things to pierce her emotionally. Like she was hard. And she was. But I knew her long enough to see that veneer melt into vulnerable tears. Two of those times were with cops threatening her. One of those times was with a cop’s gun inches from her head (told that story on The Moth). But a whole other time than that- maybe the first time- is worth a longer explanation. The Coup’s first tour was strictly a promo tour in 1993 to coincide with the release of our first album. We were on a label that didn’t know a lot about West Coast music. We hit about 50 cities to basically find out what record stores might be down to sell our record, put up our own posters and stickers, make our own in-store displays, and go to clubs to get DJs to play our record. If you remember seeing our stickers anywhere in the US in the early 90s- there was a good chance that we put them up ourselves. It was me, Pam, E-roc, and our road manager. At one point, near the end of our tour- on our way to Houston, a capping session (if you aren’t from the bay- bagging, dozens, friendly insults, whatever) broke out. I usually try to stay away from these things because I’m not good at it and I get my feelings hurt. But Pam and E-roc were going off on each other, and at some point, Pam, with her quick-witted tongue started in on the road manager. It should be said that I believe that Pam really liked our road manager on either a very high level of respect sort of way or even a flirty, attracted kind of way. After a couple of caps, the road manager said something like “Please stop capping on me, because I don’t want to start on you. I’ll make you cry.” Well, this was read as more of a taunt than a warning and the caps kept coming from Pam. And true to his word, this road manager came back saying some really vile things. Horrific, over the line, seeing right into her soul and stabbing her there kind of shit. He was relentless in a way that no forewarning that he did excused. E-roc and I stopped it, but not before Pam was balling her eyes out. I was 22 and really didn’t know how to correctly deal with this kind of thing. I went for a band-aid “make peace and apologize” kind of thing that really didn’t cut it. But Pam had her way of dealing with it. That night, we played at a club called Boomerang in Houston. Me and E-roc were at the front of the stage, rapping to the audience, when the music cut off abruptly with the record coming to a halt. Brrrngt! and then, into the mic we heard Pam yelling “That’s right, muthafucka!!!” I look back and Pam is looking offstage, stage left- where, out of sight of the audience, a man is holding a gun to the head of our road manager, says something, and then puts the gun away and walks away. Pam starts the music back- chka-chka-chka-chk! and me and E-roc try to regain control of our show. Later, we found out that the man with the gun was a relative of Pam’s who happened to live in Houston and the words that he said were something like “If you ever make Pam cry again, you gon’ see this again” Call it what you want. That was Pam the muthafuckin Funkstress.


Picture
Picture
One time we talked on the phone after one of her DMC battles in the early to mid 90s. This was the second time I heard her cry. But she had apparently done really well. Her problem was that she got into DJing for the community it promised, but when she won battles against dudes- she started getting the cold shoulder from not only the dudes she beat, but other dudes that were there as well. She said dudes that she wanted to respect her skills instead talked shit about her. This hurt her so much that she decided to stop battling and just do parties and Coup shows. She stopped battling and stopped practicing things that might win because she would rather have friends in the DJ world- which, at the time, was mainly male. So, although she remained an amazing DJ that blew people’s minds, was better than most out there, and doing those battle tricks gave her joy, she stopped putting energy into developing that side of herself because of what she labeled “politics”, but was just some insecure dudes not supporting an amazing artist because that artist didn’t have a dick. That, too, was Pam The Funkstress.

Being in The Coup has so far not been a lucrative endeavor- I’m talking sometimes-getting-lights-cut-off-and-receiving-food-stamps-not lucrative. But not for Pam- she never gave up what was at first a job as the cook at a place called Picadilly Catering which she eventually bought and ran herself. She was always on the go, always busy. There came a time when her business got to the point where it didn’t make financial sense to leave on tour with us. She was catering to tech company clients during the week, and often catering weddings on the weekend. On top of that, she had healthy DJ gigs lined up regularly. She tried leaving the business to someone while she toured with us for a short time and Picadilly almost folded. She wasn’t doing that again. Her not touring with us became her just doing local shows and the odd one-off festival gig with us (we had live music on our albums since day one, but started performing with live musicians in 1997). This was the beginning of the end of our musical relationship as schedules more and more conflicted and we adjusted our show for that.

We, like millions of people, shared a love of Prince. We talked once after she started DJing for him and it was as if she was living out her fantasy. She was so excited and hopeful. I enjoyed her recounting almost every moment of her interactions with him. She knew I enjoyed it, and she knew that I knew she enjoyed recounting them. Her knowing Prince was pretty much as good as me knowing Prince, as far I was concerned. Prince had renamed her Purple Pam. Whatever. Prince was a genius, my musical idol, and walks on water, but she won’t be Purple Pam to me.

When Prince died, she was so sad. We all were. Millions of us. I don’t think it’s a bad guess to think that her sadness wasn’t only for him and because she personally came to know him, but for her loss of this new life trajectory as well. Fuck. I’d feel that way too. The two times I talked to her during that time were at length and both times she was at least a few cocktails to the wind and the conversation started being disjointed. It was hitting her hard.

The last interaction I had with her was when we were filming Sorry To Bother You this summer. We were doing an intimate scene in which a couple of the actors were in varying levels of nudity and there was a closed set. The whole film crew couldn’t be up there during this time, just folks that actually needed to be there to hold something. Monitors were turned off etc. The point is to make sure actors feel and are safe during this kind of thing. It just so happened that Pam had a gig across the street at Somar and found out that it was my film and- unbeknownst to me- tried to come up during the shooting of this scene. Somehow, when folks turned her away, it made her think I personally turned her away and I was being uppity in some kind of way. I only know this because she said as much to the folks that turned her away. I tried calling her with no response. Texted her, explaining, with no response. I felt terrible.

Once I found out she was in the hospital, her family wasn’t letting folks talk to her. I understand that totally. If you’re dying, you probably want to keep it to close family. Time is precious and needs to be spent with those you feel closest to. I made her a video message at a time when things looked hopeful and she needed to fight. I didn’t say stuff that sounded like I thought it was the end. I’m told she saw it and smiled.

What I would have said was-
Pam, you are fucking amazing, you altered my life in so many wonderful ways, and I wish I had a way to show love to you, to sit back and enjoy you, more than I did. But maybe that’s it. That’s just the way we interacted with each other.
​
I miss you, Pam.
Picture

Billy Jam
​Soul beat 1993

#RestInBeatsPamTheFunkstress Another lil one minute clip from 1993 during the HipHopSlam SoulBeat TV era (live on Saturdays 2-6pm for 13 week season) featuring the late great DJ Pam The Funkstress along with fellow Coup members Boots Riley and Eric Davis - when (in pre wireless era) we ran a bunch of long cords from inside the studio out onto the street for mic and camera + Pam on megaphone directing traffic TNX to DJ ALF for digitizing this video

Dj Platurn
​THOUghts of Pam

Picture
I first met Pam circa '96 DJing at a club called Higher Ground on Telegraph & 25th in Oakland with Parker Hellman, a grimy joint ran by a dude called Johnny Love (not the same Johnny Love's that was in SF
-- dude was an old school Oakland player for real). He would have DJs and Hip-Hop groups out while Spair and I were basically the resident DJs. I had of course known about The Coup and of Pam's notoriety in the DJ scene, but the 1st night I met her I was hella star struck, and
for no good reason. She was so kind, so mellow, a total music nerd just like all of us -- she just wanted to flex on the turntables and have a good time. I remember the night was kinda dead and she invited me to come smoke one in her car. We blazed up and sat there for over a half hour just talking shit, talking music, speaking on Oakland and
how dead it was most of the time (it really was -- this was when the Town was straight up ghostly and nightlife, much less any life, was practically non-existent downtown). The gig was still going on and we didn't give a damn. 😂

Throughout the years we would DJ with each other many many times, and every time we hung out she always felt like a big sister to me...someone I respected and admired as a DJ but also as a kind hearted person who saw something in me and welcomed me with open arms
into the Bay Area DJ community. I always loved her for that -- she was constantly supporting those on their way, the cohorts who were getting down and making shit happen in our scene. Her kindness knew no bounds.


I could tell many other stories about our relationship, but I suppose the most poignant one would be when Dials hit me up to DJ an after-party for Prince after his 2nd to last Bay Area show at the Paramount for the Piano & A Microphone tour. We needed 1 other DJ (per
Prince's demands, it had to be a woman) and agreed on the obvious choice of Pam -- I hit her up, she came through, and it was agreed that I would open up for her instead of the other way around. Prince
was hanging out upstairs in solitude most of the night, reportedly sipping on a glass of red wine being the man he is, but once Pam got on the decks, dude couldn't help himself and came downstairs, and not only hopped on stage for an appearance but actually cut the rug for a
bit while Pam was juggling Zapp & Roger's 'More Bounce To The Ounce'.  I will never ever forget that shit, cuz it was not only an incredible moment in time but it changed her life forever.



Picture
We did a couple other Prince jams after that, and 1 more homage event at 1015 after he passed. The rest of course is history, as y'all most likely know that she ended up as one of Prince's personal DJs, DJing his afterparties for the last couple months of his life.

I sent her a text when she was in the hospital, but I never heard back. I knew then that she was dealing with some real shit, cuz she always texted me back, usually something very sweet and funny.

I'm gonna miss her immensely. It's especially brutal to lose both her and Stef within months of each other. They weren't just important and influential women in Bay Area Hip-Hop, but important and immensely influential good hearted people, who loved nothing more than to play
good music on turntables.


I love you Pam. My deepest condolences to your family. You're in a better place now, wherever that may be. Show 'em how a real DJ gets down, and i'll see you in the next life.


#purplepamforever

Picture

Alex Mejia / 2k Dj Battle
7.27.17

As she walked in the building it became her house as she stepped into the 2017 2K Churchward Pub Dj Battle.  I recall how comfortable she was, she wasn't battling this night, she was a judge and everybody knew it and respected her name.  

Pam was greeted by everyone who came see djs battle it out for $2,000.00 sponsored by the Churchward Pub.  When you look at this battle in comparison to all the other Bay Area Battles,  Pam was a pioneer who laid the foundation on presentation and experience for so many djs out of the Bay Area.  She knew what it took and she went head to head with so many greats but yet she made her mark. 

Her presence that evening made some of the Djs nervous  but she always knew how to break the ice with a cool comment, a smile, or even just clown them so they could shake it off.  

She stated she wanted to see a good battle and she mentioned she wanted to see Dj Lazy Boy vs. Dj Traps.  And just by chance luck was on Pam's side, when it was time for the djs to pull numbers - she got what she wanted to witness.    That Battle between Dj Lazy Boy vs. Dj Traps. did not disappoint anyone.  Pam did an amazing job as a judge but she also laughed and smiled a lot with the host Kevvy Kev and the staff.

That day was a good day for Pam because she was just one of the boys but she was all woman about it.  

Special shout out to Audio 1, Kevvy Kev, Lazyboy, Lou Short, Mejestichris, Greg J, Dj Trap, MytyMyke,
Dj Riktor, Dave Stebbins, Jose Lim, Joe and Lisa, & John Hairston


Video: TBA
Picture
Picture
Picture
Picture

Chris Davis
June 1, 2017
I come to the bar to watch the came and see my folks and will you look at what Pam got on??!! She still my peeps tho. Let's get this W!! #DubGang— with Pam Warren at 44 Restaurant, Bar & Lounge.​
Picture

Girl Power: Women Working in the Music Industry Conference
Like This Page · April 12, 2017 · 
 
2017 Speaker at Girl Power: Women Working in the Music Industry Conference Pam Warren Like the art of emceeing, the artistry of the DJ has long been hailed as a patriarchal craft, with few immediately recognizable female DJ’s at the forefront. However, during Pam the Funkstress's diverse career, as a member of the Oakland, CA based politically conscious recording group The Coup, 

Picture

​Jay Erica-  Rest In Peace to a legend we will miss you on behalf of all female DJs and DJs worldwide thank you for pathing the way for me to do what I do so so sad to hear this Pam the Funkstress rest well and jam in heaven with the purple one no more pain.
Picture
Picture

​Ashleigh Castro

October 30, 2017 ·

Prince's legacy is revolutionary
Here we are, A DJ Fit for A Prince and I... 
In front of her mural on 30th and West
"New Breed of Leaders Stand Up, Organize..." — with The Coup, Pam Warren and Prince at West Oakland, Oakland, California.
Picture

Send us your favorite Pam's Story or message with a photo or video of Pam 

Picture

Website by AMP
  • Home
  • Beat Junkie IOS
  • EVENT
  • THE MISSION
  • Swag
  • Pam's Mixes
  • Discography
  • Stories
  • Biography
  • My Recipe
  • MEMORIES
  • Contact
  • youtube
  • Pam's Blog