The Fabulous James Brown
Mr. Dynomite
I saw James Brown in the mid eighties
At the Apollo Theater
In Harlem
With some crazy artist friends.
The group of us
Took the subway up
Psyched to see
The ‘Man’
The ‘Number One Soul Brother’
‘Dynamite And Outasight’
The ‘King’
The ‘Let Loose’
‘Right On, Tight On’
‘Sex Machine’
‘Soul Power’
‘Funkiest Man On Earth’.
James Brown was AWSOME!
But the audience
Was just as...
I sat amongst
White people
Black people
Drag queens and transvestites
Young and old...
All walks of life
Made the pilgrimage
To the master
Of soulful funk.
We were colorful
And people were dressed
Loud and proud.
It was a PARTY
And NOBODY sat down.
James Brown and band
Had the Apollo
Rockin’ like church
On Sunday morning.
A year or two before
I went to see my friend’s band
Monkeyspank
In a bar
In DC.
Monkeyspank
Was popular.
A sorta psuedo-post-punk band
With two drummers
And an assault of guitars and bass.
Drug fueled punk psychedelia.
Their music was shattering and the band
Was explosive live.
It was a cool bar
Run by an artist co-op
At this converted gas station
In a really bad neighborhood.
Scary bad.
Most of DC was scary those days.
Their performance was animal.
Powerful blasts of
Soul detergent tribal noise.
When they were finished
I wasn’t
So I walked next door
To a bar
With some friends.
The first thing I noticed
Was the ‘James Brown’
Cover band
Playing on the stage at the back
Of the bar.
I was immediately
Engaged
Rushing up to the front
Of the stage
Ignoring everything else
Around me.
There were only a few people dancing.
So me and my white ludicrous homies
Outrageously dressed punk rockers
Started dancing right there in front of the stage
In front of the band
And the drag singer
Looked JUST like James Brown
‘Soul Brother #1”.
Just like him!
He had the glittering sequined disco suit
The coiffed wave wig
The moves
The mannerisms
The ‘Huh Huh’s”
And the screams.
His sweat was poppin’
And flying off of him
While his black mascara eyes clenched tight
Or bugged out
Intense and flourescent.
‘James Brown’ smiled at us...
We were so into the performance
And dancing
That we didn’t even notice
That we were the only white people
In there.
It didn’t even register
But as I looked around
It was a room full of black people.
Dark black
And they didn’t look too happy
To have us there.
I can only imagine
What we looked like to them
With colored mohawks, shaved heads
Tattoos, piercings
Steel and chrome
Flashing in the barlight.
After a while
I went up to the bar
To order some drinks
And the female ‘dark as night’
Ghetto bartender
Refused me...
There were two of them.
I went up to the other one
And she just pretended like
She didn’t hear me.
When they refused my drinks
I asked if I could get some
Water for me and my friends.
“No”.
I was like
“Are you kidding me?”
“No”.
We were in a dangerous
Ghetto in DC.
I knew that ‘James Brown’
Could sense the intensity
From the stage.
There was an awkwardness
Between us
As we continued to dance in front of ‘him.
He wanted us there.
We were fueling his performance.
We closed that place
At three in the morning.
We danced to the very end
Without drinks and water.
I left a tip on the bar
Noticeably
In front of everyone.
And I made it very clear
That it was for
‘James Brown’
‘Funky Brother In The Struggle’.
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