James Brown, the dynamic, pompadoured "Godfather of Soul," whose rasping vocals and revolutionary rhythms made him a founder of rap, funk and disco as well, died early Monday, his agent said. He was 73.Brown wasn't just the hardest working man in show business. He was a dawg fan. Rest in Peace JB.
Brown was hospitalized with pneumonia at Emory Crawford Long Hospital over the weekend and died around 1:45 a.m. Monday, said his agent, Frank Copsidas of Intrigue Music. Longtime friend Charles Bobbit was by his side, he said.
PWD
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I don't know about other families, but mine had a moment of silence for JB before opening gifts this morning. RIP Godfather.
Aw man, that really sucks. RIP Dawgfather
First off, My prayers are with JB's family and friends. That said, what a great flashback video. With seeing this and catching "Rocky Balboa," over the weekend, I wonder where the last 30 years have gone. Time does fly, but thanks to blogs like this we can have a few moments of blissful reminiscence.
Happy holidays all!
The halftime show at the Florida game in 1976 (which was basically the same show the Redcoats and James Brown put on in Athens for homecoming) was the greatest halftime show I have ever seen in my life.
This was the old Gator Bowl, and the seating was quartered off, instead of half and half like it is now. We had stolen one from Florida in 1975 on the Appleby to Washington tight end around bomb, and the Gators wanted a little payback.
Wes Chandler burned us repeatedly and UF was up 28-14 at the half. A chance to win the SEC, and possibly more, was slipping away. The Florida fans were riding high. The UGA fans were concerned, partly because the veer wasnt thought to be a comeback offense, and partly because Wes Chandler seemed impossible to cover.
And then......the Redcoats came out, accompanied by James Brown. The first few chords of Dooley's Junkyard Dogs hit us all and suddenly, all the UGA fans were going wild, right along with the Hardest Working Man in Show Business. I dont know if the players could hear the music. I dont know if they could hear 35,000 Georgia fans screaming and raising hell for the Godfather of Soul. I dont know if they could feel the stadium shaking like a plate of jello in an earthquake. I do, however, know this. The Bulldogs came out in the second half as a totally diffent team.
They drove the ball down for a quick score. Later in the 3rd, Florida had fourth and short near midfield. Momentum was shifting our way, so Doug Dickey decided to try and blunt it by going for it. Johnny Henderson probably ran a 4.9 in the 40, but somehow he got into the Florida backfield and hauled Earl Carr's 4.4 ass down for a loss. Uh oh, Gators. UGA punches it in for another score. Tie game. The rout is on.
UGA won by 14, in a total turnaround. I always felt like James Brown helped us that day. On behalf of those of us who were there, I salute James Brown. I still know all the words to that song, too.
As to his family, Joe:
J.B.'s wife and young son were locked out of his gated country home immediately upon his death by his lawyer and accountant.....
Ironically, not far from where the tires of his vehicle were shot out by police after a 30-minute, high-speed chase that began when J.B. threatened several people with a shotgun while high on PCP........
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