He came on like the aurora borealis. Red, white and blue spotlights played across the stage. The 18-piece orchestra, strung out like a chorus line in electric-purple tuxedos, swayed and screeched bloody murder. Girls in pink leotards gyrated madly on a pyramid of fluorescent yellow platforms. The Famous Flames danced and cried, "Hup, hup"; the Fabulous Jewels chanted, "He's so groovy, he's so groovy." And there, right in the middle of it all, was "Mr. Dynamite" himself, James Brown.
"Do you love me, baaby?" he wailed, and from the 15,000 faithful in Manhattan's Madison Square Garden last week came the soulful...
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