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Hey America! By Stuart Cosgrove: Admiral Bar Glasgow Event September 10th

On September 10th at The Admiral Bar in Glasgow, Stuart Cosgrove will be in conversation with our lead guide and co-founder, Fiona Shepherd. They’ll be chatting about Stuart’s brilliant new book, Hey America! followed by a Q&A and signing session. To round off  the evening there’s a soul club disco courtesy of Divine! and Stuart followed by Guest DJs Lynne and Dave Girdwood.

Tix are available here and they tend to sell out, so don’t hang about.

In the meantime to whet your appetite, Stuart has very kindly provided an extract from Hey America! Read on…

a close up of a book

 James Brown Nixon’s Clown

James Brown, the Godfather of Soul, had suffered many indignities in life. He grew up in brutal poverty in Elko, South Carolina and spent much of his infant life living in his aunt’s brothel.  His birth was troubled, and he was initially presumed to be stillborn until a midwife sensed a tremor of life in the baby that she had laid down beside her. A force of nature kicked into life and James Brown came into the world shrieking like the wild wind.  “I was stillborn”, Brown said many years alter. “The midwives laid me aside, thought I was really gone. I laid there about an hour, and they picked me back up and tried again, ’cause my body was still warm. The Good Lord brought me back.”

As a child, he earned a pittance begging by a canal bridge near Camp Gordon a military installation south-west of Augusta, Georgia and the at the age of 16 he was convicted of robbery and incarcerated for the first time in a juvenile detention centre. He stood in line waiting to be checked for lice in the Floyd County Juvenile institute, a former tuberculosis hospital crudely repurposed as a home for delinquents. In his racially segregated cell, Brown learnt that the rituals of racism had marked him out as both troublesome and precocious. His perseverance in the face of childhood poverty and teenage incarceration built a character that was unafraid of hard work but fearful that the fruits of his labour might be taken away. He was one of the most persistent singers in the highly competitive world of sixties soul but also one of the meanest: ‘The Hardest Working Man in Showbiz’ was also one of the least generous.

Despite his brutal upbringing, one of James Brown’s most humiliating moments came many years later as he tried to navigate a picket line outside the famous Apollo Theatre in Harlem in the May of 1973. The crowd were protesting his endorsement of President Richard Nixon and accusing Brown of ingratiating himself with the Republican Party and so undermining the cause of civil rights. One of the most acerbic banners read — “James Brown Nixon’s Clown” — the Godfather of Soul who had blazed a trail for roughhouse funk music and had become synonymous with the sound of the ghetto was in the eyes of many of his contemporaries, a fool, a sell-out, and a dupe.

Brown was one of a small handful of soul musicians who hand been invited to perform at President’s Nixon’s inaugural ball. He took to the stage dressed in a single button black tuxedo with velvet lapels and bell bottom legs with a red silk lining, he opened his fiery set with “Say It Loud, I’m Black and I’m Proud.”  One of the leading black newspapers of the day, the Baltimore Afro- American carried the most detailed review. Their reporter wrote that “After coaxing his audience several times, he persuaded many to respond to his familiar and popular song.  When he said, “Say It Loud,” many responded faintly by saying, ‘I’m Black and I’m Proud.’  And with a change of key, he belted out ‘Papa’s Got A Brand-New Bag’ and ‘Please, Please, Please’.”

“When he finished, many of the younger set rushed to the front of his stage to shake his hands and to get autographs,” the newspaper reported. “By this time, Mr. Brown had removed his jacket and stood blowing kisses to the audience in his shirt sleeves. He had a neatly trimmed bush haircut. Sparkling gold cuff links, a gold watch, and a sparkling ring on the little finger all glowed as he stood with outstretched hands … seemingly elated over his reception. Shining as though machine polished, were his black pilgrim type dress shoes.  Truly, the James Brown who campaigned for the Democratic ticket and played for the incoming Republican President, was a star performer.”

a person holding a sign

Ironically, James Brown, like most high-profile soul musicians had backed Democrat Hubert H. Humphrey during the 1968 presidential campaign but when the victorious Nixon team called to offer him the inauguration gig, he cancelled a Texas show and shipped his 20-piece band to Washington.

“I accepted because I want to give our new President a chance to bring the people of this nation together in every respect of our national life,” he told Jet Magazine.

As a thank-you gesture, the Godfather of Soul visited the Oval Office on the 10th of October 1972. Compared with the now mythical meeting between Nixon and Elvis Presley two years earlier, James Brown meets Nixon was a perfunctory affair. When Presley showed up that at the White House in December 1970, he was decked in a purple velvet suit, a gold belt, and a Colt 45 pistol. Presley was in the middle of a successful comeback, selling out shows in Las Vegas. He came bearing a personal, hand-written letter to the President which said. “I have done an in-depth study of drug abuse and Communist brainwashing techniques and I am right in the middle of the whole thing where I can and will do the most good,” he then offered his services as a special agent who could help fight the war on illegal drugs.

Until now not much was known about James Brown’s visit although strangely it turned out to be more historically significant. Throughout his visit to the Oval Office, Nixon’s sound-activated taping system, a Sony TC-800B open-reel recorder cased in black Bakelite plastic worked secretly in the background.

It is one of the cruellest ironies of presidential power that Nixon had installed a sophisticated taping system to record his time in office, and in his paranoid mind, to ward off hostile surveillance from his many enemies. Only two men in the Oval Office knew that a tape recorder was running – Richard Nixon and his Chief of Staff, H.R. Haldeman. Nixon had even said to Haldeman, “You know, I always wondered about that taping equipment but I’m damn glad we have it, aren’t you?” Neither knew how the tapes would unspool and incriminate them both in the months to come.

Paranoia had taken over the White House. Others had set up their own local systems, Secretary of State Henry Kissinger had rigged up his office with numerous recording devices too. In time, Nixon became entrapped by his own deceit and the White House tapes would be at the centre of the national scandal simply known as Watergate.

In June 1972, three months before James Brown came to the White House, a break-in at the Democratic National Committee headquarters in the Watergate complex in Washington D.C. subsequently led to an investigation that unravelled like a loose tape to reveal multiple abuses of power by the Nixon administration. As suspicions around Nixon’s part in the break-in deepened and investigative journalists pulled at every loose thread, the  U.S Supreme Court ruled that Nixon must release the Oval Office tapes to government investigators. Nixon was adamant that they were his personal property but that did not satisfy his opponents and the tapes in their transcribed form subsequently revealed that Nixon had conspired to cover up activities around the break-in and had attempted to use federal officials to deflect the investigation. The Watergate Scandal unfolded and when the tapes were sequestrated by congress the mumbled conversations of James Brown were investigated and then dismissed as background context, as the evidence against the President mounted.

Hey America! The Epic Story of Black Music and the White House is published by Polygon