THE ONE AND ONLY JAMES BROWN WITH A SEARINGLY FRANTIC, FUCK-OFF FUNK GEM THAT HAS NEVER BEEN EXCEEDED, NO TIME FOR A BREATH OR QUICK MID SONG RELAX, ONE SPEED ONLY, FLAT OUT . . . . LISTEN TO THE HORN STABS, THE RHYTHM SECTION, THE HYPERDRIVE GUITARS, BROWN'S VOCALS IN CLASSIC 'BROWNSPEAK', IT IS MY MOST LOVED UPTOWN TRACK OF ALL TIME . . . . THE REAL DEAL, EPICALLY DANGEROUS SHIT.
I NEVER REALISED HOW DIFFICULT IT MIGHT BE TO PLAY OR SING THIS HEAVYWEIGHT TUNE UNTIL I WAS IN AN ELEVEN PIECE SOUL/FUNK/R+B OUTFIT IN THE EARLY 90's, IT TOOK ME A WEEK TO DECIPHER ALL WHAT BROTHER JAMES WAS SINGING THEN TWO WEEKS REHEARSAL WITH THE BAND TO NAIL IT, TIMING AND PHRASING WAS A TOTAL MOTHERFUCKER . . . . WITHOUT BRAGGING TOO MUCH, IT WAS WORTH EVERY SECOND OF TRIAL AND TRIBULATION, WE NAILED IT, IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF, DOIN IT LIVE ON STAGE WAS SUCH A RUSH, BUT NOWHERE NEAR THE BLAST I STILL GET FROM GETTING DOWN TO THE GENUINE ARTICLE . . . . TAKE IT MISTER BROWN, TURN ME LOOSE . . . . GIVE IT UP . . . . ONE TIME . . . . GIVE IT UP, TWO TIME !!!
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