RIP JAMES BROWN

I spent Xmas in Waterbury, CT, with three generations of Irish Catholics — old Dems of the Kennedy persuasion — learning all the local bon mots about Waterbury’s long history of corruption: all the mayors spend time in the clink eventually, the high school auditorium was built in the same year as the Rose Bowl (and for the same price), Lamont’s campaign manager’s election-losing commentary, “the great thing about this city is you still vote even after you’re dead.”
And Waterbury is where the great and recently passed James Brown was set to kick off his latest world tour this Wednesday, in the restored Palace Theater. RIP James Brown, the godfather of soul, the soul of the movement, the magical motion, the greatest performer that ever lived.