Just slide behind the wheel, How does it feel?

We may not want to right now, but we do. So, let's just think of this place as a place that can give us the grief and turmoil of today, and James Brown. Hand to hand, across the nay-chun.

There are better, bigger, deeper cuts to choose today, but going back to the mid-80s, when everything from who your enemies were to your shoes was clear.

I'm back

You must be feeling what I'm feeling, too

Praise to satellite radio, which has been turning up some gems, particularly from the Studio 54 Radio and The Groove channels. There are definitely humans behind the programming, or at least I'd like to think so. Oh, no, they're not content with throwing some EWF and "Bad Mama Jama" and Thelma Houston with you. These cats dig deep. For instance:



Who are Brother To Brother? The Interwebs coughs up barely anything; they plied their trade mainly on dancefloors, and in the funky year of our flares 1976, they released an album (their second) that fit into but didn't spring out of the landscape. That year alone gave us this, and this, and, all bow down now, this.

BTB now reside with the other out-of-print  undead, lovingly preserved in (some) record store bins. And in drips and drops on Youtube. Mildly appreciated and now forgotten by all except the crate diggers and the platter spinners and those who research and celebrate.

I love you-ooo, baby, oooowaaahhhhaah

Excerpts from a new creed, inspired by a clip provided by a friend who has known me long and well.

...We believe in the Holy Purple,
Prince, who gives it 2 U
Who proceeds from the Father and Son.
With the Father and Son he is worshiped and glorified.
He has spoken through the Revolution.

We believe one funky, Dancetastic Church
We acknowledge The One
To lay down the groove
We look for the Godfather of Soul,

And to know when to hit it and quit.  

 

Amen.

Make me understand.

WHY DIDN'T I GO SEE JAMES BROWN WHEN I COULD HAVE

The best I got was watching video of JB (and it was what I believe is, or included, this particular concert/clip; I remember the red suit) with my parents under a tent during a rainy afternoon stroll through Blues Fest in Grant Park. Of all the performances at the festival, his--on a shitty teevee screen--was the one we lingered longest to see.

Anyway: this




is focusing on the future, so that I shall do.

Oh, what a fantabulous way

I Do the Best That I Can Do

Every week, even if--especially if--it isn't a holiday week, should start with JB. Anything to get one to pause and grin and twirl in your high-water pants.

Thanks to Questlove for the clip tips.