ABSTRACT
Got the news Christmas Eve from Davey D on the Westside of the country; we’d just left there. Thus at 3AM in the East, it’s too early and too late to call anybody like my man Kyle Jason who, together with me,
did our damnedest to catch his tour three years back. I had heard things like Mr. Brown was pushing it real hard, defying gravity and time itself. I myself saw a seventy-year-old man wear an Atlanta stage out, as well as the crowd. It was good to see some black folks in the audience for a change, checking out our classic creator of funky soul himself.
