I wake up on Christmas morning to find out that James Brown has died. He was getting up there, so I knew it would happen eventually, but I wasn’t expecting it now. That’s not the way to digest my Christmas bacon.
It’s doubtless that there will be literally hundreds of obituaries detailing everything he did over the course of his illustrious career, and there’s probably not much I have to add to that. Not in the traditional sense, at least. Sooner than later, I’ll try to break it down scientifically and provide some context for the playlists that you KNOW are coming. But for now, just suffice it to say I’m missing the legend already.
On a lighter but related note, does this mean Al Sharpton is going to cut his hair?
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