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you're right. I want him to have a terrible fucking christmas.

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m.koren wrote:you're right. I want him to have a terrible fucking christmas.

that's the spirit.

I'd seriously been operating under the assumption the James Brown was immortal.

This sucks.

Any time I've been at a party and no one would dance, all I've ever had to do was slap "Mother Popcorn, Part One" on the turntable and invariably everyone would go nuts. That was the magical healing power of James Brown. The world is a smaller, lesser place without him.

When real folks die, and indie-rock-dorks worry about their position in response to the response of their death, I kinda wanna see the indie-rock-dorks die a painful death fulla inadequate June of $$ b-sides and math-rock incalculations. Die, painfully, mellon-farmer and remember the Godfather of Soul while you're are at it.

Today, at the relatives' Christmas, I explained my drunkeness with "James Brown died today!"

I loved James Brown.

My grandmother did too.

I think she got bored in the afterlife and asked him to come entertain him.

I have gotten a email relating to the final moments.

Apparently George Clinton came to visit James in the hospital. Suddenly James leaped from the bead to challenge George to a "splits competition" apparently the two funk giants got to arround 65 splits when James expired.

Sadly they were not able to get him out of the split during the attempted revival although when the electro shocks caused him to shout "Aaaaaaaawwweee I can't stop myself... do the camel walk".

There was some difficulty removing his body from the hospital room due to him still being in splits position and he was taken through the hospital room door sideways. A custom inverted shaped "T" coffin is being fabricated for the godfather of soul.

George Clinton stated "After sixty-five he called it splits".

KeithV wrote:When real folks die, and indie-rock-dorks worry about their position in response to the response of their death, I kinda wanna see the indie-rock-dorks die a painful death fulla inadequate June of $$ b-sides and math-rock incalculations. Die, painfully, mellon-farmer and remember the Godfather of Soul while you're are at it.

Brilliant.

How are classic soul fans gonna react when Thurston Moore dies?

Here is a photograph of the present my mum and dad gave me on Christmas Eve, some eight hours before James Brown's death was announced:



When you press a button, it dances and sings 'I Got You (I Feel Good)'.

This ought to be a time when I play James Brown records and celebrate the life of a true great, perhaps being thankful that I caught a live show a few years ago. Instead, I've got fuckin' Chuckie Brown's eyes following me around the room and a slight fear that this thing is gonna come alive and kill me by New Years.

At the very least, I'm expecting a hefty fine if I come home late.