JB

On Christmas Eve we baked a turkey. We meant to eat at 5, but it wasn't ready until about 7. We turned down the lights, lit some candles, and put on James Brown's Funky Christmas. I woke up the next morning and checked my email to find out he had died early Christmas morning. Some YouTube finds:

A hyper version of Sex Machine, with Maceo Parker "makin' it funky"

J.B. crooning like I've never heard. It gets started about 45 seconds in.

Prisoner of Love.

Popcorn. And the smoothest footwork ever.