Minister of New New Super Heavy Funk, emeritus

Today is James Brown’s birthday. He was born in 1933 into some seriously rough circumstances, but he had a gift. I recently heard some of the Godfather’s work on a vintage Grundig player console from the early sixties. The warm, big sound of those old tubes paired with the crackle of the vinyl is quite the combination. The album, which I can’t take off the turntable, is “James Brown plays James Brown,” a collection of JB tunes where Mr.Dynamite basically solos on organ for the entire record. No singing, just getting down on the keys. You always heard that The Hardest Working Man in Showbusiness could play anything, but I’d never heard a record where he was dedicated to playing and not singing. And it’s remarkable. Soul Brother Number One could do anything. Our hats are off, once again, to Augusta, Georgia’s favorite son.

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