Man, Chuck Brown was the joy and the funk in the heart of this city, the embodiment of everything authentically DC. He wrote our anthems and dared us to sit when they played. We never sat. We stood, and we danced, without reservation, with our whole bodies, our souls even.
I remember the last time I saw him live, last spring, outside the Ronald Reagan building. It was pouring rain, and there were three hundred people there, dancing in it, steam coming off us like a sendup to something divine - entire families, one, two and three generations deep, reveling in our music.
Through the years of brokenness in this Chocolate City, you did what you could to make us whole. Thanks for windin us up Chuck.