The hardest working man, James Brown. Everybody get up. His songs made
hits and now they are beyond hits. His songs are still being played.
There is music in his name. As I speak it, I can still
sense the sound of him. It's hard to say that his songs are oldies
because everybody keeps on listening. They keep on listening to that sound of James
Brown. I can still hear the cheering crowd. There are still people that
imitate the man behind the microphone stand. There is still great love coming from
his fans, wanting more of his voice and loving his band, the band
and the backup singers. James Brown, godfather of soul. Some call him
mister Dynamite. I call him gold. He could dance, slide, glide
and move. His music was funk. It had base and horn in the
groove. He's a legacy and there is nothing left to prove James Brown.
His music still survives. D j's still spin his records like he's alive.
You're listening to the sound of eagle Heart in the wind of his wings,
the instrumental sound remembering James Brown. I'm Gail Nobles. Everybody get up. M