In the words of the
I went to the gym today armed with my mp3 player and the music it contained. Music that I hadn't changed since I made my Going-to-California Mix. I rocked out hard to James Brown while getting a good cardio workout and burning fat. I also found myself accidentally singing "Sex Machine" aloud while a cute girl was hitting the stair stepper next to me. Fortunately I don't embarrass too easily and the moral of this story is that I really like James Brown. Though he may be a bit of an odd duck, he really is the Godfather of Soul.


