JB (JAMES BROWN)

JB (JAMES BROWN)

JB
BY
Tony Adamo (February 3, 12)

Gospel testifying soul burn’n and funk bumpn’
The chitlin circuit, funky nite clubs and low pay.
JB came up with a jazzified innovation of funk laid out on a foundation of R&B, soul, innovative, revolutionary organic funk built on JB’s backwoods feel for soul power.
His new exciting funk brought dancin’ and partying back to the streets baby with his million sellers on the record charts.
With his no nonsense and take no prisoner dance steps on stage, with his throw back jack the funk is back, with his off the music radar chillin’ technique of yellin’, screamin’, moanin’ soul funkin trance of a voice burnin  up the airwaves with, “I Feel Good” and “Papa’s got a Brand New Bag,” “Cold Sweat”

Bridge:

People get up, get up on the JB yeahhhh
He’ll have you dancinâ�...

Funkin At The Chickin Shack

BACK AT THE CHICKEN SHACK – Tony Adamo - 1990



Jimmy Smith was laying down an incredible riff on a wall of kinetic sound that was oozing out of my car radio/ I was on my way back from a singing gig at an Indian Restaurant/  Saturday night is jazz night in the City by the Bay/  On my approach to the Bay Bridge, I could see the fog was cold and watery wet, as it lay low and crept along like solders on night patrol in Vietnam/



I steered my Chevy Nova like it was a priceless Lamborghini straight ahead into the musical transition of thought.  No traffic on the B Bridge…2:00AM on the steel span and all was right with me/  Jimmy smith with friends Kenny Burrell, Stanley Turrenting, and drummer, Donald “Duck” Bailey were my musical guides for the ride/



I dug deep as I had to slow down/  The fog was horror movie thick/  Now I had time to think ...

Miles of Blu

MILES OF BLUE
By
Tony Adamo (Nov.25,’05)

I walked into a little jazz dive off 125th and Lex.
A cold wind blew me through the swingin’ doors.
Beer, peanuts, dark smoke and the smell of times gone by laid me out like I was a hit man in a deep freeze.  I was in the mood to get down.
Not just any get down mood, but a funky jazzy get down highlife mood that would shake me down to the bone.
Now how was that gonna happen? 
On walls above the bar were pixs of Jimmy Smith, Brother Jack McDuff, Shirley Scott and larry Young.
Had I come from  no where to find somewhere?
On the ceiling were old and tattered playbills of past greats: Miles, Mingus, Monk, Train, Diz and the Bird. 
They had come in the early AM over the years to jam on tiny a tiny stage that gave birth to a new musical word. 
A jazzy sophistication accented by a hipness in thought.  A complex amazi...