15 September 2008

Dance Party Mondays!

I'm not even sure what it is that enthralls me about James Brown. I mean I will hear his voice or see him move and I drop everything to listen or watch. It's not just the dancing. It's his voice, the lyrics, his entire being. Truthfully, there's something about him that epitomizes what it means to be black in America. I can't even put it into words. I suppose it's something in the racial part of my collective unconscious that feels completely drawn to him. I won't go into a long, tortured spiel about race; that's for my other blog, I think. He gets lost in the music and so do I.

(Look closely—Bootsy's the tall kid on the right with the wicked afro. That's his brother on the guitar.)


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