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Note: Today's entry is written by Brian Phillips, who qualifies for a guest entry here for a number of reasons. The least of these reasons are not that he is a better writer than I, that he is a friend, or that we share the same first name (and last initial!). Brian mentioned to me that he was intending to drive to Augusta for the Homegoing service and I asked him to please bring a camera and write something for the blog. As I should have expected, Brian surpassed my expectations. Please take some time and check out Brian's online radio show.

I got up rather early (about 4 AM) to get to Augusta at a reasonable time. As I drove, I heard an Augusta DJ say, “If you’re going out, do your best to avoid downtown.” Since I wanted to get up at 3 AM, I was getting more concerned as I hit town. Fortunately, when I got to Augusta (and passing a brown sign for the James Brown Arena), I saw no heavy traffic and at about a quarter to eight, I found parking rather easily.

I’m glad I saw Brown perform in person. I’ve been aware of his music for roughly 35 years. Not only did I see him live at Chastain Park in Atlanta, but I also got a chance to meet him (see the previous blog entry). In his seventies and he STILL managed a split.

The line to enter James Brown Arena was down the street, around the corner and back about two blocks. While standing in line, people mentioned his lack of celebrity attitude and love of his music.

At this point, it would be remiss to not mention the fine job that the local authorities did. The event was well organized and moved smoothly.

James Brown’s body was on display, in front of the stage, below the bandstand, which, true to form, had two drum kits set up. As people walked past, it was relatively quiet in the arena. There were occasional screams and applause as celebrities walked in.