The 21st century way to travel is to keep a laptop handy or a wireless Blackberry whatsit tucked up under the scrotum at all times. But the only innovations I'm carrying on my person is a pair of underwear turned inside out (forgot to bring enough...again) and fleece pants -- artificial fleece pants. Witchcraft!
That's why this blog hasn't been updated in a while. I sorely regret that before leaving town I didn't mention my Saturday appearance on KCUR's Sonic Spectrum. The host, Robert Moore, had me come in the studio a couple of Mondays ago to discuss my favorite albums of the year, both major-release and local. When I get back, I'll try to post a stream of that episode here so that those who missed it can catch up and fling criticism at my outlandish pronouncements.
In the meantime, let's be mindful of the passing of one of Western Civilization's greatest movers and shakers, James Brown, who died Christmas day at the age of 73.
Beyond the big hits, youngsters probably only know Drunk James Brown, namely, the viral video that sadly constitutes the Godfather's most (in)famous release of the past ... I don't know how long.
I, for one, would prefer to remember the man who fused sex and music more effectively than Elvis, the Stones, anyone. Witness this classic footage.
So, which of you local DJs out there is going throw a James Brown memorial party -- all James Brown records and funk from his era, all night or until the club closes? I'm afraid if we don't do it, something bad will happen to Kansas City, like a sudden increase in popularity of grunge nights at local bars. Eeeeeugggghhh. Get on up, please, somebody.