By GRAHAM REID
About six years ago I saw James Brown at New York's famous Radio City Music Hall. It was ... let's just say "interesting". You have to imagine the scene: the glamorous Art Deco ambience of Radio City packed with people dressed in their finest duds, an air of
heated expectation, the man coming on to a thunderclap of applause, the crowd on its feet ... Then nothing.
The set meandered along, he introduced the big band and then some kid came up to receive a merit badge or something from Brown. Then he started another shapeless groove, then he introduced the band again ...
The people around me slid further into their seats as dismal disappointment descended. After an hour it was quitting time for me. But as I was slipping out down the corridor he kicked into one of his old hits - I forget which - and even through a closed door it sounded magical. I slipped back in and watched an exceptional half-hour of sweat-drenched primal soul.
James Brown, the superbad Godfather of Soul, may be many things. But predictable he ain't. Just ask the Georgia police, who pursued him in his pick-up at speeds more than 130km/h. It was 1988 and Brown, mashed on PCP, had waved a gun around at a business seminar for insurance salesmen at a hotel and then done a runner.
The pursuit involved more than a dozen cop cars and they cornered him in a parking lot and shot out his tyres. But even then he spun off and drove a further 10km before upending the pick-up in a ditch.
At the time Brown - a legend in music for 30 years since his first hit Please Please Please in 1956 - was no crazy kid. He was a crazy 55-year-old who had used PCP off and on for about 10 years and had fallen into a full-blown addiction. He was smoking the stuff every couple of hours.
He was sentenced to six years, emerged after almost three and seemed reformed. Until he was arrested for possession of drugs and guns in 1998.
Soul Brother No 1 has had a rocky road and now, at 70, things don't seem much better. In May last year, South Carolina's Probation, Parole and Pardon Services board unanimously granted Brown a pardon for seven convictions over a 10-year period, most involving weapons.
Last July he placed an advertisement in Variety to announce that he and his 33-year-old wife Tomi Rae Brown had made "a mutual show business decision" to "go their separate ways". In January, he was arrested on charges of assaulting her and there was outrage that he had reoffended only months after his pardon.
On Wednesday, a judge ruled he must face a jury trial despite the protestations of his attorney, who said Brown and his wife were living together again. If convicted of assault he faces a maximum penalty of US$500 ($770) or 30 days in jail.
Yet in some ways Crazy James is also the embodiment of the American Dream. The baby stillborn (but revived) into poverty in South Carolina and raised in Augusta, Georgia, served time for breaking into cars, but emerged at 19 to become one of the most recognisable men in popular music.
He is one of the most sampled of all black acts, his band nurtured the talents of Bootsy Collins, Pee Wee Ellis and Maceo Parker, and he fought his way back into the charts through disco and bankruptcy.
Brown's climb to stardom was built on the back of great music. His signature song Please Please Please was initially only a regional hit, but is "a milestone in the history of secularising the gospel spirit", according to Tony Cummings, founder of Soul magazine. He followed it with his million-seller Try Me in 1958, I'll Go Crazy in 1960 and the aching confessional ("I'm so weak, I'm so weak" ) of Lost Someone in 1961.
With his disciplined band the Famous Flames - fines for lateness and unpolished shoes - he toured constantly. They became the hottest attraction on the circuit and Brown was known as "Mr Dynamite" and "Soul Brother No 1". Yet he still had to self-fund his Live at the Apollo album recorded in October 1962 because his record company didn't think there was a market for live albums. It went to number two in America and stayed on the charts for 68 weeks. And the hits kept coming: Poppa's Got a Brand New Bag and I Got You (I Feel Good) in 1965, the ballad It's a Man's Man's Man's World the following year, Cold Sweat and Ain't It Funky Now at the end of the 60s.
But Brown was more than a showman with big hair, funky dance moves and the ability to do the splits - he was also a cultural icon. In 1968 he agreed to have one of his concerts televised after Martin Luther King was murdered.
He appealed for calm in the ghettos and was so effective in restraining the tide of black anger that it was repeated immediately the show finished. He was rewarded with dinner at Lyndon Johnson's White House. At the same time however he also recorded the ghetto anthem Say It Loud, I'm Black and I'm Proud. Brown is a great defender of the American Way if a little wayward in his beliefs. He campaigned for the Democrat Hubert Humphrey but endorsed Republican Richard Nixon.
He styles himself as "the hardest-working man in show business", and offered the self-help assertion of I Don't Want Nobody to Give Me Nothing (Open Up the Door I'll Get It Myself). On Don't Be a Drop Out in 1966 he sang "without an education your mind is dead".
Unfortunately in the 80s Brown seemed to be killing his own mind. He is a remarkable survivor and an even more extraordinary musical talent. His catalogue of greatness includes song titles which have made it into popular consciousness: Papa's Got a Brand New Bag, Get on the Good Foot, Talking Loud and Saying Nothing and I Feel Like Being a Sex Machine.
He is a miracle of music - and he's on his way here. Of course, we've been down this path before. In 1988 he was scheduled to headline the Neon Picnic but that went belly-up. Then in 1995 he was scheduled to play an Ericsson Stadium concert in Auckland but it never happened.
Seasoned promoters said Brown didn't have the pulling power his legendary status suggested. It was a messy debacle (Brown did no pre-tour interviews except an unscheduled one with Real Groove), and things haven't improved much since: three pre-tour phone interviews for the Herald this time were postponed, the first for no given reason, second because his 87-year-old mother had died, the third because he had to keep a physio appointment.
Finally we got him - for a full eight minutes. Okay, telephone ain't what the man does. What he does is get on the good foot and deliver legendary soul-funk. And that he does better than most.
Among those who know Brown's music there is genuine excitement at the prospect of this genius of modern music making it here this time. I'll be there despite my "interesting" experience at Radio City. And I won't be leaving until the man is helped from the stage for the last time.
Performance
* Who: James Brown
*Where: St James
*When: Wednesday March 31
By GRAHAM REID
About six years ago I saw James Brown at New York's famous Radio City Music Hall. It was ... let's just say "interesting". You have to imagine the scene: the glamorous Art Deco ambience of Radio City packed with people dressed in their finest duds, an air of
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