I’ve completely lost sight of how I used to find music, and, to a large extent, how I ever defined ‘what I liked’. Which, in its way, is kind of liberating. So, no idea how I finally came across Karl Blau, (especially as I’ve clearly been listening to him for years – via, at the very least, The Microphones), but this track is bewitching in its languid, basso-profundo ‘country-soul Isaac Hayes’ kind of fashion.
Former Russian ballet dancer Mura Dehn witnesses James Brown live:
“His emphasis on ego breaks all bounds. He is like a newborn baby in tantrums to enforce his will… He leaves you astonished and awed because of the mark of genius and madness… The rest is a tremendous scream for something that he wants more and more of – and gets – and is ready to give his life in order to retain it forever… Soul? I don’t know what soul this is about. Nothing one could live on or remember when one goes away…. He is a mythological personage. What he asks for is love – boundless – which can never quite fill his craving. At the end of all that inspiration, talent, sorcery.”
“Maybe because it was repressed so long, it comes out in this boundless way – in strength and in complaint. That may be true, but theatrically speaking, a performer has to produce what our times demand – a monster personality to be sold for ‘phantabulous’ profits. James Brown is unprecedented. A man touched by divine power. He absorbs. He stuns. And yet you don’t feel enriched. You cannot live on what he reveals. You simply experience him, and he is fabulous.”