Some of these Hollywood stories make you just think, “you can’t make this up.” And if you believe Jamie Foxx, he has a story to tell you. The Ray, Academy Award winner is never short on wild Hollywood tales—and his latest might just top the list. During a recent appearance on The Hollywood Reporter’s Stand-Up Roundtable, the Academy Award winner took listeners deep into a surreal night involving R&B royalty, unreleased vocals, and an impromptu fashion heist.
Get this, Foxx, joined on the panel by Sarah Silverman, Seth Meyers, Roy Wood Jr., and others, recounted an unforgettable evening with none other than Bobby Brown.
“One night, me and Bobby Brown, we’re doing our thing, we’re f**ked up, and we’re doing ‘Don’t Be Cruel,’” Foxx said, painting the scene of a typical L.A. party that took an extraordinary turn.
Like we said, can’t make this stuff up …. So the story goes as the night rolled on, Foxx excused himself for a quick bathroom break—but what he returned to was nothing short of legendary. “And while I’m in the bathroom, I hear, ‘Now, Jamie, let me tell you something, I don’t do this for nobody. I usually get a million dollars to sing a song.’”
It was Whitney Houston, blessing the room with a personal performance of her iconic ballad, “I Will Always Love You.”Caught off guard but thinking quick, Foxx pulled out a camera to capture the moment.
“So now I got the tape, I go back to my crib, we’re having a little afterparty, and all of a sudden I hear this (knock, knock, knock) … It’s Bobby Brown,” he recalled.
Apparently, word of the tape had traveled fast—perhaps too fast.
“He’s like, ‘I got to take that tape,’” Foxx continued. “I said, ‘Bobby, I don’t have it.’”
But Bobby wasn’t leaving empty-handed. “‘Well, I got to take something.’ So, he goes into my closet, and he’s taking clothes. He’s matching outfits and s**t,’” Foxx added with a laugh.
The story perfectly captures a chaotic, intimate glimpse into the world of music icons—where legendary voices echo through impromptu parties, and friendships are wild enough to end with one star raiding another’s wardrobe. Only in Hollywood.