I’ve tried to care.

I just can’t mourn the death of James Brown.

I do feel for those who cared for him.

I remember him performing during a Superbowl halftime show. My mother saw him, got angry, said he was a wife beater, and turned the channel. Maybe I don’t appreciate his music because I wasn’t exposed to it in my youth. Perhaps I have no taste. I suppose I miss out on a lot of great things in life, but I’ve never been able to separate an artist’s work from their actions.