Long Live King James!

Merry Christmas, Soul Mates.
Wow. We here at Rush Hour Soul are severely saddened by the passing of one of the greatest entertainers in Earth's history. This is a rough way to start a day of celebration. It simply means I'll have to put on JB all day long. Starting with his Holiday sides. It's bad enough being sick on Christmas. I'm beyond sad right now. James is one of the Titans of rock and roll. I'm blessed to have seen him perform once. Thanks for all of the music and the positivity, Mr. Brown. You are well-loved by this group. JAM!

Love, Power, Peace (which came from the title of a live lp by James Brown)

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Anonymous said…

How many times have we ROCKED OUT to "Sex Machine" at Georgetown?? I remember being around 9 years old the first time I heard "Please, Please, Please"..Oh God, Bless THE Godfather of Soul.

3:25 PM, December 25, 2006

Anonymous said…

Get up offa dat thang! Unfortunately, I never saw the man himself per4rm live, but one of my greatest live gig memories that did not involve Prince (unless you start playing 6 degrees) came at Blues Alley the night James got OUT in 1991. Maceo and the JB's rockin' that little carriage house with my boy Norm, and people hangin' from the rafters and the railing. I retell that story over and over again. Plug the album for Maceo - then rock the joint in honor of the Godfather of Soul. Norm an I had the reservations for the 10PM show. The 7:30 show wasn't letting out until 10:30. We tried to boot, but to no avail. It was one of the best shows I have ever seen. God BLESS the Godfather of Soul.

8:12 PM, December 26, 2006

Norman K said…

I even got Maceo to sign my copy of his latest CD at the time. It was the era of "Free James Brown!"
Owwwww!

7:34 AM, December 27, 2006

Anonymous said…

I saw JB perform at the Greek Theatre in Winter of 2001. Had 3rd row seats and could see very bead of sweat and facial expressions. He was amazing. I feel blessed to have been able to see him in person, performing and doing what he was born to do.

9:19 PM, December 29, 2006

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