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Ray Charles,The Genius; 'Ray', The Movie and Something of Both Jamie Foxx and Denzel Washington

Following article is going to be my subject for blog no. 85 and I have been terribly late onto it. The reason for being so late was not one but many and the very first one of them was my approach towards it. Second, my perspective and outlook. I believe it to be a very special article for it's not only going to be celebrating four personalities but also two great religions and one great race. Ladies and gentlemen, this article is going to tell you the stories and deeds of Ray 'The Genius' Charles, Jamie Foxx, Malcolm X and Denzel Washington.

There is a thing about filming biopics. You gotta pick the 'right' star to copy and emulate your real icon and subject. Ray Charles started as a country singer in 50s America. He was a southern boy, from Alabama, Georgia and blind from a very young age of 6. But he was gifted. He was a musical prodigy. He was a genius and it took all of 20 years of his career to make the white Americans realize that. Even before the Bob Marley rocked the scene of racial difference between White Americans and Black, Negroid, Afro-Americans, Ray Charles was at its helm. He cancelled all his sold-out concerts in his home state of Georgia for it didn't allow colored people entry to them. Georgia was his most profitable market and yet he went with what most called a terrible marketing decision. Ray at that time wrote a song, 'Georgia on my mind' and 15 years later, Georgia not only feted him as its beloved son but made this song the 'official state song'. He was a pioneer and the first who dared to mix Gospel Music with Jazz. Church and catholics, many even from his Black community, hated him for doing that but he ended up innovating 'Soul' music which today stands as a genre on its own. So you might have come to realize now that playing such a colorful, audacious and God-gifted Icon on silver-screen could have been one heck of a job but one person nailed it and nailed it so perfectly that many after watching him in theater said openly that we don't need that old, ailing, bed-ridden Ray Charles after all when this one could be that good. That duplicate, my friend is Jamie Foxx, who is a great singer and musician in his own right, selling millions of records and making the world swoon over them. He is a fine, fine actor and he showed his tremendous singing ability and character-transformation skills in 'Ray' to a hypnotic and dazzling effect. He went on to win Oscars, Golden Globe, BAFTA and quite possibly every important critics circle awards in USA. In the process, he became only the second Black American Male Actor to win a best actor Oscars. The first one as you might be guessing was not the mercurial veteran Samuel L. Johnson or everyone's favorite God, Morgan Freeman but that actor who lives 'acting'. I present to you thus, ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Denzel Washington. He is going to be my subject for next FB post as well as blog entry no 86 and till then, I shall very strongly recommend you to watch 'Ray' and let the magic of both Mr. Foxx and Mr. Ray Charles mesmerise you.....‪#‎Adios‬.......‪#‎RayCharles‬.....‪#‎JamieFoxx‬

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