Was in a bar right next door sitting beside an old African American. We chatted about sports and then music when out of the blue he asked if I wanted to see James Brown at the old opera house. I had no idea who he was but I said sure. He took me around the back and in the alley broke out a joint and asked if I wanted to get high. Once again, this was a novel experience for me (at that time), but I said sure. Then he got someone to let us in the stage entrance and suddenly... I was not in Kansas anymore. Funny thing was, even though I was a white college kid in an ND sweatshirt and everyone else was black and putting on the ritz... I felt invisible because no one paid me any attention at all.
Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ek9-HGHT1Pk