In bed with, my man, JB.

i am laying in bed recovering and watching bike videos. i saw this one at bike jerks. james brown is one of my favorite musicians of all time. jb and his funky people. jump back! fred, maceo, and lyn feel like old friends. growing up in fargo i wasn't exposed to much funk music. when i heard it for the first time, it was like the heavens opened up and a funky light shined in my eyes. i heard a sweaty voice ask me "can i hit it and quit it?" "yeah," i said. " can i hit it and quit it?" the voice asked again. "yeah" "oooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwww!" here's the part where james took a knee and some dude ran out and put a cape on him. he wore it only for a second and then jumped up to get down, saving the cape wearing for when he was good and ready. who else can make a cape look cool? elvis, but that's a different kind of cool entirely.
"open up a window, man. it's too funky, funky in here. funkity funk. funked up the air" classic.