I was a bit apprehensive to read this book, being a James Brown fan, and readers insisting this autobiography wasn't grimy enough.
After reading The Godfather of Soul, I am not sure what more was expected from readers?
This was a first hand account, from an icon, detailing his life and music, telling you all you needed to know, not necessarily what you wanted to know.
James Brown clearly has self-respect, and honors his legacy, so why would he write a book degrading himself too harshly.
He sticks to the music, his influence, and racial tensions along the way.
He gives respect to musicians and icons of every genre and race, while staying true to himself and where he fit in the whole thing.
He does fault himself for things he could have done better in life, and offers a few excuses on why he hadn't paid his taxes (a problem he was still facing when the book was completed, 1986), but more importantly, the words coming off the pages feel genuine, and are his own.
Sure he has many accolades to share, he's James Brown.
His influence on music covers all genres.
The chapters are concise and to the point which made for an easier read as well.
James Brown gives you his life without digging too deep, sharing his music and hardships with divorce, family, the business, and trying to stay ahead...but never did he ramble.
It was a fun read.
And I wanted to hear it from the man himself anyway, his philosophy on life, and ever present drive.
He embraces his ego, even hints at apologizing for it, but with this book, the man shares his remarkable journey through his eyes, and no one else.