A Bag of His Own

We must mark, with sorrow, the death of James Brown, progenitor of an entire species of music, an awful lot of which has been running through my head, and through my speakers, these past couple of days. He was no saint, especially if you happened to be married to him, but the man invented funk, and we mourn him.

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2 Comments

  1. edward ocham says

    Yes indeed. I have a whole collection of vinyl that I am converting to a more convenient manner of storage.

    How well I remember student days when we would sit in some damp flat, smoking noxious mind-altering substances. James Brown was a favourite. ‘Take me to the bridge’ seemed very strange and mysterious and transcendental, when in that state. Needless to say, I don’t do that sort of thing any more, though I still listen to James Brown, often.

    Posted December 31, 2006 at 9:09 am | Permalink
  2. Malcolm says

    Hi Edward,

    Needless to say, I don’t do that sort of thing any more…

    Well, there’s your problem!

    Seriously, though, I’m glad you appreciate JB too. The music of the last forty years would not have been the same without him. And as for that rhythm section, especially Clyde and Fred — well, words can’t do them justice. I’m glad they are going to carry on.

    Posted December 31, 2006 at 12:27 pm | Permalink