OT: James Brown is dead. Damn.

Yes, this is a movie blog. I don't care. The Godfather of Soul is no more, and what I can't figure out is why are there no flags at half-mast across the country? Why did I skip down the radio dial today expecting to hear "Cold Sweat," "Sex Machine," "It's a Man's Man's Man's World," "Think" (the mid-20th century dance tune as modern abstract art) and instead heard the same old market-tested pap? Why wasn't every R&B/hip-hop station playing the music that made their playlists possible?

Okay, you need a movie connection to make this work. Fine. James was in "The Blues Brothers," of course, and he had fun selling his soul to Gary Oldman in the Tony Scott BMW short "The Hire: Beat the Devil". He had an appearance in "Rocky IV," and the movie's tie-in tune "Living in America" gave him his last major chart hit.

But, really, Brown's greatest moment on film was in the 1965 concert movie "The T.A.M.I. Show." This legendary movie -- considered one of the greatest concert docs of all time -- is so loaded for bear it's just ridiculous: The Supremes, the Rolling Stones, the Beach Boys, Chuck Berry, Lesley Gore, Marvin Gaye, Smokey Robinson and the Miracles, Boston's own Barbarians -- the talent just keeps coming. And Brown wipes the floor clean with them all when he lights into a nine-minute medley of "Prisoner of Love" and "Please Please Please" that includes his classic I-can't-go-on-I-must-go-on collapse-and-return stage business.

You can't rent "The T.A.M.I. Show," but some kind soul has put the relevant clip up on YouTube, and it's playing above. Watch and marvel, children, as true madness erupts somewhere around the two-minute mark. Verily, the world was not ready for this man. Or his hair.

Godspeed and God bless, James.