A few of us were lucky enough to have met Charles Bradley a few times. Just recently we were lucky enough to support him for Punk Bowling in New Jersey. He was always so sincere and focused. Whoever he was speaking to, he was always speaking only to them. I can't recommend the film about him, The Soul of America, enough. Talk about "punk as fuck"? The next time you see a band rallying on about d.i.y. this or working-class that, it might make you glance sidewise. I suppose one can just be happy he enjoyed the last handful of years that he did. RIP you Screaming Eagle, you.