I was living in St. Catharines in the fall of 1981. My radio dial was invariably tuned to WBLK -- "the House that Hound Built". '81 was the year of "Superfreak" and for a time Rick James was one of the biggest acts around.
It's dark. The band's on stage, but no Rick James. Then boom! A blast at center stage and James appears genie-like out of no where, stroking his guitar. "Ghetto Life" starts -- the riff an anthem, the crowd a frenzied bunch of funked up kids. Everywhere lights; blindingly messmerizing. Still one of the greatest concert openers I have ever witnessed; matched only in power, expectation and imagery by U2 during the Joshua Tree and Zoo City tours.
James descent to an earthly hell is well documented and was probably inevitable. With the passing of two of my former musical zeitgeists within the last year or so -- Robert Palmer and now James -- I'm feeling particularly obsolete these days.
UPDATE: Found this link from soul-patrol.net featuring Rick James and band from the 1981 tour recorded in Long Beach. A great bonus is the performance of Teena Marie on some of the tracks. This show was earlier in the tour and it sure sounds like it at times.
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