JAMES BROWN

Jim had purchased tickets to see the Godfather of Soul, James Brown, at a downtown SD club called "4th and B" and though it was a bit hard for us rockers to get funky, we made every effort to do so last night.

The night opened with an, at-best, lukewarm young rapper called "Braille". We endured his seemingly endless set, followed by a mush-voiced MC who attempted to buy time until JB arrived.

Finally, JB took the stage in his crushed red velour suit amidst 21 other sidemen/musicians/back up singers/dancers. He was actually lost from view a couple of times with all the people on stage.

The crowd was enthusiastic but the show was at best ho-hum. Once again there were ample beauties about, as well as stunning ladies-of-the-night.

This night was nowhere as memorable as seeing the Stones but it beats a kick in the head by a long shot.