Jamie, We Hardly Knew Ye. . .
But, what we did know, we loved, warts and all. You were the hardest working man in the business. You started to sing and lives were changed. Goodnight my friend. Sweet goodnight.
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posted by The Minstrel Boy at 12:15 PM
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Sweet goodnight, indeed.
When I heard a fraction of a snippet of news this morning, Robert said, What? Did they just say James Brown died? Huh?
And I, in my typical We're All Going To Live Forever disbelief, said, Don't be silly. He's the hardest working man in show business. You can't be that when you're dead. Then I realized. He's gone. This is one of our culture's worst losses this year. James B. and Ed Bradley passing on felt like a one-two punch. Enough already.
All my favorite people need to stop leaving, please.
One late night on a tour bus in the middle of nowhere, we were doing a "Dick Clark All Stars" tour and James was the headliner and blow off act, with half the people asleep, someone started this one. Part way through, James joined in and sang so sweetly it made more than a few eyes mist up. . .
Oh, dear sister won't you lay
and take your rest
Won't you lay your head
Upon your savior's breast
And I love you
But Jesus loves you the best
And I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
And I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
(One bright morning very early and fine)
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
(All the stars go dim and the sun cease to shine)
And I bid you Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
(Rise up sister with your traveling shoes on)
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
(We gonna walk in Jerusalem just like John)
Goodnight, my darling, sweet goodnight.
I will miss him from this moment on.
In 1961, I was 16. My best friend and I and our dates went to see James Brown in Dallas. We were the only white folks in the audience. We had a great time. I cherish that night.
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