James Brown is Dead. Long Live James Brown.
I mean, I know its Christmas and all, but Kevin Loonam just told me something that ruins the whole thing: James Brown is dead. I don't really know how I'm going to function now. I imagine Bobby Byrd just going "Yeah!" and "Get on Down!" to himself. So, I guess we'll never really know what he's saying on Sex Machine...but my money is still on "TASTE of VIENNA!"
Though this is a horribly depressing event, and ruins Christmas, there are two positive things to come out of this.
1) The James Brown records that I have will be worth lots of money, and I can profit off his death
2) The James Brown movie is probably gonna come out soon, a la Ray.
I remember when last year, much to the chagrin of Truly, I'd go into the James Brown persona for HOURS and just stay in it. I turned into James Brown at a party, and led a band in a rousing version of Sex Machine that was sort of half Talkin' Loud and Sayin' Nothin.
Goodbye James Brown, and thanks for ruining my fucking Christmas.
Though this is a horribly depressing event, and ruins Christmas, there are two positive things to come out of this.
1) The James Brown records that I have will be worth lots of money, and I can profit off his death
2) The James Brown movie is probably gonna come out soon, a la Ray.
I remember when last year, much to the chagrin of Truly, I'd go into the James Brown persona for HOURS and just stay in it. I turned into James Brown at a party, and led a band in a rousing version of Sex Machine that was sort of half Talkin' Loud and Sayin' Nothin.
Goodbye James Brown, and thanks for ruining my fucking Christmas.