"Please, please, please baby, please."
James Brown was like few others. He had the title of "Godfather of Soul."
I now smile when I hear his name.
One time in an old, well Indiana we called them armories, I saw James Brown. I was never sure how those places got their names. Often local military units trained there and sometimes because of their size they often held public events. In my teenager years I often saw rock-n'-roll shows that would coming through doing one night stands. I can also remember in my home town they held wrestling matches. If you had never been to wresting matches in a local setting, say Friday nights you missed something. But back to James Brown. My good friend Cohort and I, we once went to see James Brown at such a place. I think it was in Indianapolis. As teenagers we did not have a clue what we were in for and to see. It was like a time we seldom had experienced, it was one of the earliest times we were in a racial minority. Later we would experience that at a outdoor show featuring Chuck Berry and I would also experience at a Ray Charles concert.
"James Brown, the Godfather of Soul, America's greatest soul singer, left most of his wealth, conservatively estimated at $100 million, to educate poor children in South Carolina and Georgia. Ten years after his death on December 25, 2006, not a dime of it had reached a single kid. Untold millions have been frittered away by lawyers and politicians who have been loosed on one another by various factions of his destroyed family."
James McBride--Kill' and Leave
A too often repeated story, a good work gets hung up for various and often selfish reasons. The living fighting over what the dead left.
February 3, 2017