I have only few memories of the time I spent with my biological father and one I will always remember was the time he took me to a James Brown concert. I was very young and unimpressed with James Brown. But, the opening act... now that was impressive.
The Jackson 5. When the young, gorgeous, brown-faced Michael Jackson, with his big afro and flashy clothes took the stage with his talented and equally handsome brothers, I began to scream like I was on fire. The energy and electricity in that place was beyond description. Days later, my skin tingled every time I thought about it.