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When James Brown came to town

onesti5It was the summer of 2002 and we were rockin’ at Hawthorne Race Course in Cicero. We produced a concert series there every summer for years with some of the biggest names in country, rock and R&B. Of the 30-plus shows we did, one stands out as a career moment. It was with “The hardest working man in show business,” James Brown.

We built a stage right in the center of the racetrack. It was an awesome concept that added excitement to the already cool experience of “The sport of kings,” horse racing. We had to do sound checks in between the times the horses did their practice runs on the track. This was an arena in which million-dollar thoroughbreds galloped, and the track caretakers were on a first-name basis with every blade of grass. So the tension was already high.

The electricity in the air that day was something I had never experienced before. First of all, 25 gentlemen in suits and bowties showed up early, announcing themselves as “Mr. Brown’s personal security force.'” Who was I to argue? Then, with an illusion of a musical fanfare that just played in my head, a convoy of four limousines came across the course at a slow, attention-grabbing pace.

The cars surrounded the construction trailers that we had turned into dressing rooms compound. Hoping to meet “the man,” I approached the limo only to be met with a blank stare from a bow-tied gentleman the size of a Ford truck. Lucky for him, I backed off. They whisked someone in a robe and wrapped in a towel into the dressing room, kind of a strange entrance, but it had been strange there all morning.

There are countless stories about entertainer contract riders, you know, the “green M&M” demands, etc. Among the extensive list of upscale food, high-end liquor and fine champagnes on the list was one of those table-mode hair dryers like the ones our moms used at the local hair salon that fit completely over their heads. I spent two weeks seeking this item out, finally finding one in a resale shop on Cicero Avenue.

When a blue jump-suited James emerged from the dressing room, I realized that retro-hair dryer was not for the female backup singers, it was to properly form the helmet-style coif he sported. Now it made sense.

He approached me and gave me the two-finger “peace and love” gesture. We walked together, surveying the track stage. He kept nodding and smiling. It was an intimate conversation … just me, James and about 40 of his closest friends, in bow ties. “You put this together?” he asked in an Eddie Murphy fashion. “Yes, it’s a cool concept,” I responded. “You a genius. Gamblin’ and music, just like Vegas! Folks here gonna love it,” he said. He was a lot warmer than I had expected.

The show was something I had never seen before, and have not seen since. The stage was full of people … I mean FULL! Each side had a complete band! I am talking two drummers, two bass players, two horn sections, several guitar players and a slew of backup singers! The volcanic sound was crazy, a visual and audio extravaganza! Then this small-framed man in a suit and a wide-brimmed hat slowly walked onto the stage, grasped the microphone and proclaimed to the euphoric audience that, “Right about now, it’s star time.” He continued with a goose bump-creating intro that ended with “Ladies and Gentlemen, The Godfather of Soul, Jaaaaaaaaames Brown!”

He exploded onto the stage and for two solid hours he did not stop. Hit after hit after hit, legendary instrumentals and the ever-so-entertaining interaction with the band members. It was exhausting! I literally had to pull the power on the show … the horses needed to take the track back!

Then the person who introduced him came back on stage at the end of “Please, Please, Please” and covered the kneeling and perspiration-drenched godfather with a red cape, a tradition he had been re-enacting since they met at New York City’s Apollo Theatre in 1960.

His name is Danny Ray and I spent some time with the soul icon after the show. “Why in the world does he use two bands?” I asked. “He has for most of his career,” he said. “James always worked so hard, he would wear out the musicians.” Boy, did that make sense!

As his entourage pulled away, I went into the dressing room to see if any of that $800 dollars of food and liquor was left. It was clean. The only thing left was an interesting piece of rock ‘n’ roll memorabilia that still sits on a dusty shelf in my garage today. If anyone needs a helmet-style hair dryer, give me a call.

Ron Onesti is the President/CEO of The Onesti Entertainment Corporation and The Arcada Theatre in St. Charles. Send comments or celebrity questions to ron@oshows.com.

About Ron Onesti

Ron Onesti is the CEO and president of Onesti Entertainment Corp. For the past three decades, he has produced Chicago's most popular Italian festivals, and also owns the historic Arcada Theatre in St. Charles. Producing more than 200 live concerts each year, Ron has worked with some of music's most loved entertainers. Frankie Valli, Mickey Rooney, Connie Francis, and Jersey Boys, as well as stars Joan Rivers, Bret Michaels, and Don Rickles, have all graced the stage of the Arcada Theatre. He is a gourmet cook and journalist, writing a weekly column for the Daily Herald and hosting his own show on WGN. Ron lives in Wood Dale with his wife, Elena, and their daughter, Giuliana.