When James Brown sings, he has more people onstage than MC Hammer. The Soul General (who rivals The Secretary General of Cool), three drummers, the Bittersweets, and even strippers. Now THAT, kids, is how you put on a show.
It was amazing to see The Godfather of Soul in action, and it was even more surreal watching him in Laumeier at night… all of the sculptures were lit up and there were giant balloon lights floating around everywhere like little moons. Hopefully LOMA will be just as secretly great next year, and it won’t end up like Riversplash (which was so fun and mellow until everyone found out about it).
He sang “It’s A Man’s Man’s Man’s World” and had a moment of silence in the middle for the hurricane victims, and then one of his horn players (who lost everything in Katrina) kicked in with this amazing wail, and I got goosebumps.
He can still sing perfectly and scream his ass off and dance and rock the red sparklies and play the keyboard and flirt with the ladies… and now that I’ve seen all that, I think I can die happy, thankyouverymuch…
The Baby “Shower” was more of a Baby Party… Pregnant Ra’s dad installed a keg tap to the OUTSIDE of the fridge… all of my friends from back in the day were like “Shit, Scott, where was this when we were sixteen?”
This weekend I was up at Winifred, drinking on the balcony with Heebs, Lunchbox, Ted, and Otter… Ted introduced us to a lab named Zeus and his owner, Alexandro, who live next door.
Alexandro is from an island off the coast of Italy and he barely speaks English (unless he has his guitar and he’s singing Nirvana or The Doors) and he is just the most precious thing ever.
He was telling me about how he met his wife in Florence, and I had a pang of regret for ignoring those men who used to chase Jen and I all over Italy.
“We meet, we fall-a in love-a, and then I move-a here, to San Luis…”
This made me automatically like him, for obvious reasons, but then he blushed as he talked, and kept pausing to whisper “aww…”
Then he tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Steph-a-nee, you like George Harr-ee-son, yes?” Hee!
Then he started to play “My Sweet Lord”. And in the words of Miss Alli, “and then I hugged myself, and then I passed out”.