Goodbye to the Godfather of Go-Go

D.C.'s Chuck Brown has died at the age of 75, but his legacy -- a city's signature art form -- lives on.

Astrid Riecken for the Washington Post
Astrid Riecken for the Washington Post

(The Root) —

“I created this sound so I can eat — and everyone who plays in this band can eat.” –Chuck Brown, 2010

At a time when so much is changing in the once-Chocolate City, one thing remained constant in Washington, D.C.: Chuck Brown — who died May 16 at age 75 of undisclosed causes — and the wild and wonderful world of go-go music that he created. Until he was hospitalized for pneumonia in the weeks leading up to his death, on any given night you could count on seeing Chuck.

Well into his 70s he remained just Chuck, his sometimes-shirtless wiry frame ripped with the muscles of a man half his age, gold tooth glinting, strumming his gui-tar. Whether you found him onstage at sometime strip joints like the Legend, or white marble venues like Constitution Hall, the same Chuck would appear, bringing his whole life history with him.

His raspy singing voice told of his first cigarette at age 7. Calloused hands told of cotton picked while traveling from farm to farm in North Carolina and Virginia, living in sharecropper shanty houses. His down-home presence showed the humility of someone who lived in servants’ quarters when his mother worked as a domestic. Each pluck of the guitar told of the eight years spent serving time at Lorton penitentiary, where he taught himself to play.

And this is important: Each hole-in-the-wall D.C. venue that he rocked — like the Maverick Room and Howard Theatre, where he perfected the conga-inflected go-go sound that has dominated Washington’s popular music since the 1970s — told of what he called the “depressing” time after the 1968 assassination of Martin Luther King Jr. On April 4, 1968, D.C. police briefly detained Chuck while he was trying to tell looting kids to go home, he told this writer in a 2010 interview for my book Go-Go Live: The Musical Life and Death of a Chocolate City.

In the years that followed the uprising, Chuck would tell the kids more than just that. At a time when urban planners and policymakers ceded authority over inner-city Washington to the hustlers and the pimps, Chuck Brown showed kids how to play music. He showed them how to hype the audience through West African-style call and response, how to slow down ecstatic crowds to groove to the same sultry, slow-boiling conga beat. He showed them how to knit the audience into a community and to train them to come back, night after night, generation after generation.