Life is like a day at Chuckie Cheese's You can score all the points you want
But at the end of the day all you can do is turn in your tickets for worthless crap that will be broken before you can get home with it
The one who really made The Spinners special, Philipe Wynne, left The Spinners and joined the US Funk Mob and became an associate of George Clinton. Seems he came up with Bootzilla and they stuck together when times got good.
So I can say that I did see Phillipe Wynne live, just not with The Spinners. He was truly one of the seven wonders of the Universe. And it is a shame that he was gone so soon.
I was fortunate enough to see The Godfather of Soul once or twice live while he was still in his prime, with the full power and majesty of the JBs on display and in effect including half nekkid dancing girls. It was truly a thing to behold, especially for an impressionable and musically oriented young fellow.
I can tell you, I witnessed live shows for 99% of everybody who was anybody in the 70's and truly, James Brown was in fact the hardest working man in show business. I won't sit here and tell I remember how long the show lasted. But I can tell you by the time he took is last bow, I was exhausted and ready to go home.
It was loud, sweaty and funky beyond comprehension. There was shit happening that I had never seen before. The horn players were twirling horns, doing choreographed dance routines and playing syncopated hit it and quit it licks on their instruments that simply defied the laws of physics. Don't let anybody fool you, Walmart and Toyota didn't have shit on JB when they thought they invented Just In Time delivery. You literally found yourself rooting for them to get the horn to their lips and make it to the mic in time to hit that one one note. I mean there was so much going on on stage that the spectacle of it all was enough to give you an epileptic fit.
And there wasn't a whole bunch of talking to the audience either, about bullshit nobody didn't want to hear. It was just a man and his band, putting in work.
And to think that by the 80's it was all gone. Not just JB but the whole music scene was one big gelatinous pile of highly produced, under talented, over hyped crap. I really do pity young people today who have never seen a real band perform music so funky you had to burn your clothes after the show.
What bothers me are the people who wield the alternate reality like a mighty sword. You know the people who piss down your back and start talking about the rainy weather we've been having lately.
You know its one thing to come home and catch someone who has been screwing your spouse and beating your dog but then having the decency to crawl through the bathroom window to try to escape the consequences of their actions.
Its quite yet something else to come home to catch someone who claims innocence because they never got an invitation to the wedding. And what dog? I don 't see no dog! I have never once heard that animal bark. For all I know it is a hippopotamus. Have you even contemplated the repercussions of trying to maintain a hippo in this environment. How dare you expose us to the risk of this hippopotamus. I think you owe the people of this burg an apology