Honored to take home the Legitmix X Turntable Lab ‘Time & Space’ Award for the BSTRD BOOTS 45 only release of “Your Dancing Feet Are Always On My Couch” from a few years back. Check out the list of winners here — in great company to say the least!
“The Bay Area’s Platurn is 2014’s first repeat winner. His left-brain-expanding remix bends time and genres, mixing two styles that flourished in separate, faraway places: the 1989 Rhythm Nation and 60’s Island Ska. Although seemingly simple in execution, the thought process and timing are to be commended.”
It might seem useless, trivial, and pointless to post music clips behind a screen many worlds away, but in times like these, music prevails, uplifts, and brings poignant focus to the madness at hand — play a few of these for some direction and insight into our current world gone mad, and pray that someday we might actually get it right. One love.
To be fair, I walked back in. But I stood in the back, and had to take breaks. I just wasn’t feeling it, at all. JB is top 3 for me, and I really really really wanted to like this flick. Here’s why I didn’t…
First of all, the focus on the film leaned way too much on his meltdown in the 80s and what led up to it. That was a part of his life for sure, but the man’s career spanned 6 decades and his biopic shouldn’t be almost entirely about a tough time in his life — it’s not what defined him as a person and an artist. It left out so many important details, like his concert in Zaire in ’74 for instance, which they didn’t even mention.
From a music fan’s standpoint, you want a film about one of, if not thee, most influential man in modern music to be mainly about that, his music and the mark that it left on the world. The cheese factor was through the roof, editing was lackluster, and the special effects and music editing corny. Tack on multiple inconsistencies, fictional storywriting, and a scatterbrained attempt at tying the storyline together, and you’ve got a mess of a flick. Now i’m hardly a movie critic, but I know James Brown, and this felt like a feeble fluff piece instead of an authoritative look at the man’s life — Rafer Guzman over at Newsday really broke it down the best: “Get on Up” feels like the opposite of its subject: no rhythm and very little soul.
Lastly, so many important musicians he worked with were omitted I don’t even know where to start. No Marva Whitney or Lyn Collins? Seriously!?!
With all the being said, Chadwick Boseman did one hell of a job portraying the man, and was the obvious stand out in the film. He would have showcased a much better portrayal under a different director.
Long live James Brown | RIP
*correction: it was brought to my attention that Clyde Stubblefield’s character, played by Rob Demery, did make a brief appearance in the movie, and I obviously missed it. He gets no credit on IMDB tho, which is a bit strange.
There’s so much hate in this world. What an entirely frightening and utterly useless emotion hate is. We have all the things we need, if we only chose to spread them around equally. Centuries of war, bigotry, and fear. And here we are today. I have little hope for the future — I weep for it as a matter of fact. The one real truth that I know is music. Music heals all. It is sublime, intelligent, and always there for you. If you want to feel hopeful, about our humanity and our commonalities, just listen to this song, and sing that moth*rfuck*r out loud at the top of your lungs. One love to all of you.