Can I safely say all of them?
Posts Tagged: James Brown
It’s all about staying in a safe place, on a safe subject
dropping out of pop music in the mid-90s is an act of cultural nihilism
a catchphrase used by young black men in Georgia
A strange, tormented sermon
the moment when Brown fully moved from soul to funk
another beginning, musically and professionally
Start with Live At The Apollo
I’m thinking James Brown
Brown wasn’t an album artist until the 70s
He is still my first choice
I used to try to dance like James circa The TAMI Show when I was young
William Murrell, the most famous limo driver of the planet, the guy who drove James Brown, Michael Jackson, Prince Mary J Blige, Chris Rock, Don King, Reverend Al Sharpton,…has confided that the godfather of funk has not been buried yet!
He could have sold it to HBO and given himself the scope and time to tell the story the way it deserves to be told, or it could tell just part of the story, the Boston gig the day after MLK’s assassination would have been a great story to tell. So there is no time to tell the story
Eric Clapton And Friends – The Breeze (An Appreciation Of JJ Cale) After the dire Old Socks, this coulda have been a disaster, but it isn’t, what it does is place Cale out of the “Cocaine” one hit wonder category and into the basic blues canon with some of Clapton’s greatest acoustic warm glow performances since Ocean boulevard rising to the occasion – ALBUM OF THE WEEK – A
Crazy Little Thing called Love (Live At Wembley Stadium) – Queen – We could debate it but this straightforward Presleyish rocker is Freddie’s finest moment, just not this version where the extended end doesn’t work – B
Signed, Sealed, Delivered (I’m Yours) – Stevie Wonders – Stevies scream that opens this song is so good he coulda sung anything after and it would have worked but what he sang was one of the great Motown tracks -a real slippy funk belter in the chorus, and a soulful chorus.
I Don’t Eat Animals – Melanie Safka – This is the “Brand New Key” chick all grown up, and with the same strange voice somewhere between nursery rhyme and razorblade; no wonder Moz loves her – B
I’ve written about musicians I’ve never seen but wish I had but that isn’t this article! This is about musicians I didn’t see on specific tours or even concerts that I wish I’d caught. I mean more than wish, like dream of having been to