Kwame Brown took to the podium at Chuck Brown’s funeral this summer in a defiant mood. “I am go-go,” the D.C. Council chairman declared. “For all of the people who just moved to Washington, D.C., and have a problem with go-go music, get over it.” Brown wasn’t the only local politician to wrap himself up in the outpouring of love for the Godfather of Go-Go (the lead Soul Searcher was, of course, far more popular in town than most elected officials), but he was the only one who resigned his office in disgrace less than a week after the funeral. In light of what came the following week, Kwame Brown’s eulogy for Chuck Brown (no relation) seemed even more jarring and cynical. Forget that most newcomers to D.C. probably aren’t even aware enough of go-go to have a problem with it; the speech implied that Kwame Brown, like the genre Chuck Brown invented, was a D.C. original, falsely accused of wrongdoing by folks from out of town who just didn’t get it. The only apt reponse? Gimme that beat—and gimme good government, too.