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Rage to Survive

“Her (Mitty Collier) voice fucking blows me away…and the fact that she was so young when she recorded that stuff…how many 20 something year olds can sing like they know what they are talking about. and people want to know why i hate beyonce and solange. fucking worthless bitches.”

So I introduced (otherwise felt guilty about not having enough money for Christmas gifts and gave a CD I already had and have in my iPod) Cheyenne to Mitty Collier. And It had me thinking when he said this, as I replied:

“But don’t you think, if we compare how many of our favorite singers grew up, and had to go through life that was, painfully harsh by the time they actually reached 18 or 21, compared to the Suburban Opulence and Middle class ease that Beyonce or a number of other pop tartlets these days go through. Altho “Rage to Survive” is the title of Etta’s book, you can come up with a list of 500 performances from different women from the past that show that “rage to survive.” To be loved, to be respected, to be honored, to be taken seriously, to be heard. “

And I thought about what I said a little more in response. Those Soul Singers (particularly the women from the gut bucket blues singers like Bessie Smith through the 1970s singers like Kim Tolliver) lived through an era where it was a lot “tougher” to be a minority female. A lot of them came from impoverished backgrounds. And even if they didn’t there were plenty of societal limitations about who they could be, how they could represent themselves, and how they could live.

Beyonce Knowles was born less than a year before me. She was born into an upper middle class Creole family in Houston, in an era that, as I interpret it from my view of being (lesser) middle class and Creole, growing up in the affluent Silicon Valley of the 1980s, there were fewer restrictions on who, as a minority female, you could be in the last 20 years of the 20th century. We didn’t suffer like the generation that birthed us. Or the generations before. We were the generation that was told we could have it all, there was no pain, and everything came as we asked for it.

We had maids (Black folks with maids?!?!?!) We had Ninetendos, We had our first cars at 16.

It’s a reality that Mitty Collier didn’t have. It’s a reality even Diana Ross didn’t have. If you look beyond the myth of The Supremes even, although Diana Ross and Mary Wilson, for points in their childhoods, had middle class existances, they didn’t have their first cars at 16, didn’t have new clothes to wear when school started, and, because of the size or politics of their family didn’t get attention, or material possessions to fill the voids of not getting affection and attention.

So often, in their late teens, or early twenties, when they won the chance to steal the spotlight for themselves, even if it were only for 5 minutes on stage, or 3 minutes on a 45rpm single, they put every breath of life into it. And they didn’t take the chance for an encore for granted.

Maybe if the lyrics handed to them didn’t relate to who they were, they found meaning in the words. Learned what those words meant. Expressed a knowledge of the power of statements. Dionne Warwick says she doesn’t understand why everyone thinks she was soo heartbroken, crying through songs like “Anyone Who Had a Heart” or “Walk On By” but, there’s no question she understood where the lyric was coming from. Followed the emotion in the words.

“If you see me walking down the street, and I start to Cry, each time we meet……..”

If one thinks about how devastated one would be, to utter those words. One might be able to make a pastiche of that heartbreak.

Whatever happened to lyrical content being actually a story that you can follow. A story that you could apply to your own life? Whether you were the singer on the stage or in the recording studio, or the listener on a radio, or buying the single that spoke to you in a way that’s beyond words?

That’s why I laugh, still, like 18 months later at Beyonce tripping down the stairs. Or the lack of passion in today’s popular music, and how that shows popular culture might be a bit rotten at its core right now. People who land record contracts and make it to iTunes, or on TV, feel that they are entitled to whatever attention is lavished on them. Not that they necessarily worked hard for it, or are filling a void about needing to be heard, recognized, acknowledged, cause this is the only way you know how.

Maybe we’ve forgotten how to get in touch with the words, how those words express emotion. I guess that’s why I sit on a bedroom floor, with CDs and old mixtapes and LPs and 45s, to make sure that, I, of all people, don’t forget.



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Miss Martha & The Girls

(Recycled Post from Martha Reeves 68th birthday)

So, in my ongoing series of celebrating Motown’s 50th anniversary I’ve been spending my Saturday in with Miss Martha Reeves and the various ladies that did the world the pleasure of being the Vandellas, as I wrap up pondering the songs, the context and the times these songs were recorded, it’s the end of Martha Reeves 68th birthday.


I sadly missed her gig here in the Bay Area earlier this year, and haven’t seen her in concert in years (probably 1994ish or so). People often assume me growing up and loving Motown=I love The Supremes, which I do, but Martha & The Vandellas always to me meant more. I can say the Vandellas I have every released LP as an LP and CD, and I can’t say that for The Supremes (nor any other musical act). I don’t think a day of my life has gone by that I haven’t at least spun one of their tunes, to either lift my spirits, accompany my tears, or just make me dance for the hell of it. There’s some marvelous type of emotional dexterity that Martha Reeves conveys on her recordings that combines the fire of a Aretha Franklin or Dusty Springfield (who idolized Reeves) the smooth aloofness of Diana Ross and Dionne Warwick and the utter glee and ability to rave and burn down a tent like Darlene Love.

So when I think of the act that’s been with me in song all my life, what songs do I think of?

1) “Come & Get These Memories” (1963) The awkward send off to ex lovers, and all the crap that they leave behind physically, and also emotionally, psychologically, and it’s always gonna be single, coupled, whatever, my favorite song of all time. Because it reminds me of remembering things fondly, but still packing up and moving onto the future, with the hopes that each new thing is gonna be a good thing, altho with a few time signature changes sprinkled in for good effect, that transition from one point to another won’t be smooth or easy, it’ll be sometimes handled awkwardly but at the same time with innate grace. It also reminds me of shopping in Emporium and I. Magnin as a child with my great grandmother.

2) “This Is When I Need You Most” (1963) I think the obvious follow up to “Come & Get These Memories” that got sidelined on the “Come & Get These Memories” LP when “Heatwave” was laid down. The perfect girl group lament of feeling alone because you are surrounded by a bunch of people that (on the surface) seem to be happily coupled off, and are enjoying the things of “new love”

3) (Love Is Like a) Heatwave (1963) Sometimes I try to dismiss it, but you can’t deny the songs intrinsic fire. It makes lust, sex and desire sound outright inescapable and downright delicious, naughty and nice, and Rosalind and Annette aren’t helping a damned bit by encouraging (you) to go all the way. This is light years away from The Shirelles first songs about sex (‘Tonights The Night’ & “Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow”) as timidity and worries about respect have gone out the window in favor of wanton sexual fulfillment….”Go ‘head gurl”

4) Spellbound (1963) Smokey Robinson cleverly re-writes a “Heatwave” alike about well, being kinda fucked psychologically once you come up for air from all that wonder “Heatwave” type humping and passion. Every romantic stage and action that you try to do for someone doesn’t work, and they leave you, panting, sweaty and devastated. Spellbound indeed.

5) In My Lonely Room (1964) The facade of a transitioning deliriously up-tempo jazzy Holland-Dozier-Holland song masking the fact that this is really a sad song about the cruelty of being laughed at in the public eye for being attached to a cheating, flirting lover. I’ve always liked that melodically it’s a sad song, but the fact that it’s so uptempo reminds me that you have to dance through life at an accelerated pace, no matter what realties you are facing externally

6) Wild One (1964) it sounds logically like what it was, the the moderate hit single that occupies space in between “Dancing In The Streets” and “Nowhere To Run” in the 23 times Martha & The Vandellas hit the Billboard Hot 100, somewhat disappointingly peaking at #34. And yes, it’s lyrically the same story as The Crystals “He’s A Rebel” but, then again it isn’t. Defending your man to the public, but a song of devotion. And then there’s the miracle that it just doesn’t fly in a million pieces everywhere, as an brilliant show of work of how tight the Funk Brothers were at their peak (since, to be honest “Baby Love” isn’t all that hard to play).

7) Too Much Pressure On My Heart (1965) Cause I like to pretend that I’m totally hip, a bad ass, and can do without love and affection, this one playfully hits home about how you can logically deny someone a pass, or re-entrance back into your heart, until they triple up on their efforts and you just relent. As strong as I would like to think I am, but at the end of it, I’m a big ole softie.

8) Keep It Up (1966) Smokey Robinson writes a hitchcock script. All of the major slights someone might look at as minor, because you don’t make a big deal about it will eventually, one day, someday, even up with your testicles in a jar (this is the subtext to the song, it’s not like the last verse says, Keep It Up, and you’ll lose your balls… comes close tho).

9) No More Tear Stained Make Up (1966) To me, no other pick yourself up, dust yourself off song comes close. “my eyes have natural shadows from the crying that I’ve done so much of lately cause it really hurt me greatly when I found the love you vowed was only lying” is such a devastatingly accurate way to portray the discovery of betrayal. But to remember that your are somehow of spirit young, and full of chances to experience life, and there’s no need to hide underneath artifice, is the real message, a real strong important message I think we all need to learn, or remember. I always keep this song close at hand just in case

10) Jimmymack (1967) Cause it’s fun, and cause since it’s delayed release (it was originally recorded in 1964) made it extra poignant at the height of the Vietnam War makes it sound like a time capsule into the hearts of someone lonely, and honestly, horny, not know if or when their boyfriend/fiance/husband might return, or if they actually would return alive from that war across the sea.

11) A Little Bit of Heaven (On A Patch of Earth) (1968) So, this is the absolute downer never released song that continues the dark undercurrent of “Jimmymack” being released in 1967. The dream cottage that was part of a “Rodgers & Hart” fantasy of all american coupledom has turned gray, haunted, the flowers are dying, because the relationship is gone that brought life to a section of earth. I always thought at the end of this song the casket returns from Vietnam. A sad little gem

12) Sweet Darlin (1968) A lil happiness why don’t we…. metaphor city, and burbling guitar, and nothing but ummmmhmmms satisfying as Pecan Pie and Peach Cobbler.

13) I Hope You Have Better Luck Than I Did (1969) Because sometimes you just have to have no regrets about letting go, and let some other ill advised fool take on your burdens of some marvelous idiot that, really you’d allow to get back into your hair if you had the chance.

14) Bless You (1971) Because, with Martha & The Vandellas being such a relic of the mid 1960s by 1971, why not give them a song that was a Jackson 5 rejection? Some people look at it as a travesty compared to “Heatwave” but it’s one of Martha’s best later performances,a nd you can’t deny you feel a little bit uplifted by the concept of undying, divine love between two people.

15) Goes out to every other special song, from “Quicksand” and “Nowhere to Run” “Motoring” “I’ll Pay The Price” “My Baby Loves Me” “I’m Ready For Love” “Honey Chile” “It’s Easy To Fall In Love with A Guy Like You” and hundreds of others that have kept me company for so many years, so many hours…so many tears and smiles…. Thank You Miss Martha….Happy 68th


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The 20 Worst Cover Songs of All Time

The Worst Covers:

1) These Boots Are Made For Walking-
The Supremes (1966). I don’t think Diana Ross was trying to record a 2:26 long joke. Maybe she was. Tell me this cover doesn’t make you laugh.

2) Take Me In Your Arms (Rock Me A Little While)-
The Doobie Brothers (1975)
This is just one in a long line of offenses to the ears that Michael McDonald is responsible.

3) You Can’t Hurry Love-
Phil Collins (1982)
because middle aged white brits should know when to leave Baby Boomer classics alone. They normally have more respect for Soul Music than Americans. Not always I guess.

4) Stop! In The Name of Love-
The Hollies (1983) See above

5) Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You-
Lauryn Hill (1998)
Hey Lauryn, good form on taking all the delightful lounge lizardness right out of a Vegas-y classic.

6) I Just Don’t Know What To Do With Myself-
Dionne Warwick (1966).
After Dusty Springfield’s massive towering version, Dionne’s Bacharach Lite version kinda….err…yeah.

7) Baby It’s You-
Smith (1969)
Because you can’t top The Shirelles creepy-horny original. Or the stripped down Beatles cover version

8) Chains-The Beatles (1963) because, yeah I had to snag them on something. And they can’t recreate the soft tension that lies between the lyric and Earl-Jean McCrea’s aloof original lead.

9) The Way You Do The Things You Do-
UB40 (1989)
Ugh. Please click next

10) I’ll Always Love You-
Whitney Houston (1992)
See the previous note. And it became a fave for both weddings and funerals. Doesn’t that say something?

11) Baby I need Your Lovin’-
Johnny Rivers (1967)
When your cover has less soul (and apparently no actual rhythm section) in comparison to a lightweight Supremes Cover version buried on an LP, but you manage to score a massive top 5 hit with your cover. I think you should be shot.

12) All I Do-
Stevie Wonder (1980)
Yes folks. This is a cover. Tammi Terrell worked on and completed a magnificently eerie version in late 1965/1966. I still don’t get how it was held back by quality control. Stevie Sounds like he’s having a seizure in comparison to the smooth creepy witchcrafty glide Tammi lays down

13) I Heard it Through The Grapevine-
Marvin Gaye (1968)
I just have always prefered Gladys Knight getting right up in your face instead of Marvin Gaye’s whiny, emasculated plea for the truth. even though both versions are technically covers of The Miracles original, and Gladys’s was recorded later than Marvin’s

14) I’m Gonna Make You Love Me-
Madeline Bell (1967)
Not as good as the Dee Dee Warwick original, nor as Good as the Temptations/Diana Ross And (actual) Supremes Cover.

15) Love Is Like a Heatwave-
Linda Rondstandt (1975).
…and there’s numerous good covers of this song.

16) You’ve Made Me So Very Happy-
Blood Sweat and Tears (1969)
…I still can’t believe original artist and co-writer Brenda Holloway thinks that this is the better version. I think she’s just thinks that because she didn’t have a big hit with it.

17) At Last-
Christina Aguilera (2000ish). Really? Someone wanna get my gun?

18) You Keep Me Hangin’ On Vanilla Fudge(1968) and Kim Wilde (1987) Like I’d trust anything from a group whose name can be interpreted as “White Chocolate” and…for the Kim Wilde version…really?

19) Ain’t No Mountain High Enough-Diana Ross (1970) for previously dicussed reasons

20) Dance With Me Henry-Georgia Gibbs (1955) cause I really wanna dance with a middle aged housewife to a R&B record.


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So Silky.. So Smooth, like Velvet. Must Be the Velvelettes.

So, sometimes you just have to reach back and find a good jam, right. For some reason The Velvelettes super crisp and clean version of “The Boy From Crosstown” (not to be confused with The Angels single from 1964), which went through 3 changes and to The Marvelettes and Gladys Knight and The Pips before being released in 1968, that came to mind.

And I thought… Well, what a fine time for a post on The Velvelettes.

The Velvelettes was the only “family” Girl Group act during Motowns classic era. Composed of Sisters Mildred and Caldin (Carolyn) Gill and cousins Bertha and Norma Barbee, they formed at Western Michigan University in Kalamazoo, in 1961. Carolyn recruited her friend Betty Kelley, who in 1964 would leave The Velvelettes to replace Annette Beard in Martha & The Vandellas.


With Carolyn as lead singer they auditioned for Motown in 1962, and released “There He Goes” on the IPG label (for whatever reason the single was not released on any of the Motown Subsidiaries). Although it didn’t chart, the song was still considered good enough for The Royalettes to cover in 1964.


The did various demos and first recordings of songs that go passed on to other artists. Some of their best material from this era went unreleased for 40 years, from the “Heatwave-a-like” “You Can’t Get Away” to the absolutely torrid “Stop Beating Around The Bush”

They would have to wait til the fall of 1964 til they got a proper first chance at hit single with “Needle In a Haystack” (R&B#16 Pop#45, 1964), given little promotion it performed a lot better than expected (mind you most Motown promotional dollars were being used to beat back Nella Dodds cover of “Come See About Me”) and for all purposes was the Sister Ship song to The Marvelettes “Too Many Fish In The Sea”

(Here are all the Original Velvelettes, minus Kelley, performing that first hit in 2005).

And then came, to me one of the Best Girl Group Songs ever.

“He Was Really Sayin’ Somethin'”

For whatver reasons in the first few months of 1965 it didn’t manage to break out of the R&B top 20 or past #64 pop…


but was lamely covered by Bananarama 17 years later. It was followed by the melancholy uptempo ballad “Lonely Lonely Girl am I” and logical follow up to “Needle in a Haystack” , “A Bird In The Hand (Is Worth Two in The Bush”).

In between these singles, like Kim Weston (or Martha & The Vandellas or even The Supremes) more than 2 LPs worth of material was recorded and vaulted, much of it as good or even better than what was released as singles (like “The Boy From Crosstown”) for instance the torrid “Save Me (My Ship Is Sinking)” or “A Love So Deep”

By the middle of 1966, all of the family members of The Velvelettes were tired of touring, and given that most of The Velvelettes were middle class college graduate women with husbands by this point, all but Carolyn had left performing, so she had recruited Sandy Tilley (formerly of The Orlons, Future of The Vandellas) and Annette McMillian (of what I dunno) and they released one more single, the delightfully devotional “These Things Will Keep Me Loving You”

It barely moved into any charts (R&B#43, Pop#102) but 5 years later after becoming popular on Englands Northern Soul Scene, made the UK top 40, peaking at #34.


The Velvelettes continued to record through 1967, and officially disbanded when Carolyn married future Temptation Richard Street in 1969, leaving more wonderful moments in the Vault, like this splendid more Vietnam relevant version of The Supremes “Your Heart Belongs to Me”

But, on a whim for a Charity event The Velvelettes reformed in 1984 and have been performing regularly (alternating between their normal day lives) for the past quarter century in their original line-up (without the notable pettiness of Motown’s other 3 classic Girl Groups).

So I do have to address one critical slight that is always thrown at The Velvelettes: That they were nowhere near as “unique” as the other 3 Motown Girl Groups, which is a remarkable insult to the versatility and uniqueness of Carolyn Gill’s voice. I think it’s because she does have the qualities of each other groups primary leads, Martha’s power and range, Gladys Horton’s Toughness, and Diana Ross’s sensuality and, well, quite often was probably told “Sing it like (insert current female hit)” with each recording, you can’t fault her for being versatile but identifiable in her own right. Also there’s a large slight toward The Velvelettes Soaring harmonies, notably shown here on “A Love So Deep” (no folks there’s no Andantes there).

So, if you get a chance to see these 4 wonderful women live, treat yourself to the pure joy that still is the Motown sound.


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45 years ago (Part 2)

So Monday celebrated one Motown Girl Group classic on it’s 45th birthday, and today another song released two days later, an equally (and to a few critical ears the better of the two classic) timeless song appeared.

Martha & The Vandellas
“Nowhere to Run” (1965)


Recorded on October 21st, 1964 but held from release. The policy of Motown was normally to award the producer of the last hit single the next single release, as Mickey Stevenson gave the Vandellas the massive hit of “Dancing In The Streets” so his “Wild One” was given the first shot. When it stalled in the outer reaches of the Top 40 during Christmas 1964, “Nowhere To Run” (written by Holland Dozier Holland) was chosen as the next release.

(Along with “Stop! in The Name of Love” the first TV debut of the song was on the Sounds of Motown BBC Special hosted by Dusty Springfield in mid February, 1965)

Appropriately the song was in the same towering horn laden sound pattern as the last two Vandellas hits (that represented their 2nd stylistic period… or their “Dance Party” period. A cursory listen of at least a dozen songs the Vandellas cut at the time that remained unreleased were similar), but it was undeniably innovative, from sliding snow chains in the time with the Tambourine accents and rather playfully, the taunting saxophone line that has more in common with New Orleans Honky Tonk jazz than straight forward mid 1960s R&B.

It’s also one of the last times that the Vandellas had a single release unassisted by The Andantes, which in my opinion did a disservice to all Girl Groups at Motown’s unique identities.

So the question is, since “Nowhere To Run” only made it to R&B#5 Pop#8 by the spring of 1965 (although regionally higher) why celebrate it as much as the #1 smash camp classic mentioned 2 posts/days back?


Because along with that song it represents one of the finest recorded moments in a Legendary labels history and also one of the best moments in Pop music.

Albeit this one far less campy and… well, melodramatic.

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Angel of the Night

Today I’m stepping out of the time warp of the 60s, into my own actual Childhood in the 1980s to praise on of the contemporary voices of my childhood.


Latina Siren Angela Bofill

One of the voices that I *still* think that “if” I ever were to sing… who would I want to emulate (no matter how queeny that would make me) hers was one of the first, her string of moderate R&B hits that filled my childhood all of a sudden came to me last night during a bout of insomnia to ease my addled mind.


Bronx born in 1954, she debuted with the solemn plea “I Try” an evolution of torch songs like “The Man That Got Away” and “Since I Fell For You”, you know, those ballads that never seem to get old

And then followed it with a cover of Martha Reeves “This Time I’ll be Sweeter”

But her real breakthrough was her Too Tough LP of 1983 including it’s penultimate R&B single of the same name:

and well the ballad that came to my rescue to last night, the #12 R&B “Tonight I Give In”

It was a typical early 80s ballad, not different than anything Staci Lattishaw, Deniece Williams or Whitney Houston was charting with…. but that’s neglecting the beautiful, rich thick contralto that was such a blessing to Angela’s voice, more of a 1950s torch singers voice dropped into “Quiet Storm” R&B makes her stand out.

And that oh so charming Bronx accent appearing in her phrasing.

But, for some reason by the middle of the decade, and her lack of crossing over to the larger pop market like her contemporaries I just missed her career seemed to stall, despite efforts (although still mining the same Torch Soul vein) such as “I’m On Your Side”

And throughout the rest of the 80s and into the early 90s artistically she wasn’t, or by choice didn’t “evolve” as music changed, for better and for worse, but constantly toured and performed until she suffered back to back strokes that left her partially paralyzed between 2006 and 2007.

As I checked her website though, it seems that she was released from nursing home care in Santa Rosa this past Christmas and is still doing therapy to gain back her mobility and, hopefully her ability to perform.


As someone that has been a lifelong fan, here’s hoping in the year 2010 brings the Beuatiful “Angel of the Night” much prosperity and health.

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45 years ago today…

Possibly the biggest Camp Classic of the postwar era was unleashed to the record buying public.

You should have guessed by now I meant The Supremes “Stop In The Name of Love”


Recorded between January 5th and 11th 1965, it was the 4th #1 hit out of 5 racked up by the Supremes in a 10 month period. You can also look at it at a rate of every 8 weeks a new chapter in the melodrama that started with “Where Did Our Love Go” would appear on Top 40 playlists, and enough people either liked the groove or were following the story to send each chapter to the top slot on the national pop charts.

“Stop!” however stands above the rest in the series because of it’s ridiculous heightened drama:

the organ opening figure met with Mary and Florence stridently asserting you to “Stop!” and the organs reappearance throughout the song that seems ripped from the soundtrack to a Soap Opera,

“That” incomparable bass line threading in between everything.

And it’s the only song in The Supremes catalogue to feature legendary (or cliche) Choreography to match “The Temptations Walk” or “The Four Tops Boogaloo”

You know what to do

Right hand out, palm forward in a traffic cop pose, left hand on hip, 3 snaps with the right hand: 1) on before 2) you 3) Break My Heart.

(The first perfomance of the song was for the RSG:Sounds of Motown Special in Mid February 1965)

(The first completely live performance was this Shindig “pick of the week” performance on February 26th, 1965)

And in time for Diana Ross’s 21st Birthday it was #1 hit number 4 for the three girls from the Brewster-Douglass projects, and The song that basically financed 3 new Cadillacs and 3 nice new homes on Buena Vista Avenue.

And possibly for better or worse, it’s one of the best known products of American Postwar Culture (along with I Love Lucy and Star Wars)

Happy Birthday super campy 3 minute Soul Pop song.

And in 2 days… Martha & The Vandellas epic “Nowhere to Run” will be properly recognized.

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Valentines Day Values: A Playlist for falling in love

So *That* holiday is only one weekend away. Another consumer holiday, now for the consumption of all the things that have the trappings of love, although, with this playlist I hope that I inspire you to dig a lil deeper this Valentine’s Day.

1) Whisper You Love Me Boy
The Supremes (1965)

This song was originally done by Mary Wells, then covered by Nella Dodds and Chris Clark. But I tip the hat to The Supremes version. Diana Ross at her seductive best, and with some of the richest harmonizing that Florence Ballard and Mary Wilson did. Compared to the Mary Wells version with an identical backing track, it seems less overwrought and has the perfect hint of slightly sleazy sexuality. Also it’s a good hint of how quiet stolen moments of whispering in your beloveds ear keep love alive.

The Supremes \"Whisper You Love Me Boy\" (1965)


2) Some of Your Lovin’
Dusty Springfield (1965)

Perhaps Dusty’s finest ballad moment of her early career, the song was originally done by The Cookies in one of their disguises in 1964, but The Dusty Springfield wise and weary version still takes the cake 45 years later. Although it’s the total flipside of being completely in love and devoted, it’s a remarkably naked plea for a lil love to keep a fire burning, and perhaps a bit too real…

3) We Can Make It
Ruby & The Romantics (1966)

Another year and another set of tough times have just passed and having faith that the best is waiting ahead of you, based on sheer determination. Throw in relative obscurity and one of the most cheerful arrangements I’ve ever heard, and you have this lost single.

4) It’s a Good Good Feeling
The Miracles (1966)

OK this is a simple descriptive song, not as clever/witty as Smokey Robinson’s own compositions on the subject, but one of the most enjoyable and gleeful ever.

The Miracles \"It\'s A Good Good Feeling\" (1966)

5) Putty in Your Hands
The Shirelles (1962)

What’s love’s biggest holiday without a lil almost sado-masochistic devotion from a girl group. “You can use me, abuse me, but don’t refuse me” is too often a sentiment in said by too many once they are under the spell of love but it’s still a fun reminder that people can take being in love and being devoted a bit too far.

6) Headline News
Edwin Starr (1966)

New love should be big news, and celebrated with as much gusto as this “Oh, is that the funk brothers sneaking out cutting gold for Non-Motown folks again” classic by Edwin Starr. If anything this was the song that must have convinced Berry Gordy that, at least Artistically he had to have Ric-Tic/Golden World records because it matches the best the Four Tops ever did.

7) This is When I Need You Most
Martha & The Vandellas (1963)

The logical follow-up to “Come and Get these Memories” that languished on the LP of the same name can be seen as the exact opposite of “Whisper You Love Me Boy” and actually references that, for the newly single how much Valentine’s day can suck for you when everyone else is getting something (candy, flowers, cards) for this dreaded holiday while, you just gave someone walking papers for the New Year. Oops

8 ) You’ll Never Get to Heaven (If You Break My Heart)
Dionne Warwick (1964)

Dionne Warwick never fails for prim and proper advice straight out of the Bible to totally ice up Valentine’s day and remind you that if you screw up, not only will you lose the one you love, you might also face eternal damnation! Don’t ask me why this is one of my favorite songs of all time. It appeals to my inner ice queen. And those strings….

9) You’ve Got To Earn It
The Temptations (1965)

Again with the morality, but in the reality that well, you have to put forward some type of effort to actually receive things, especially love and affection in return. Also, that classic Eddie Kendricks falsetto sounding so smooth and aloof, the perfect contrast to the Warwick number above.

10) How Glad I Am
Nancy Wilson (1964)

Just because I’m tired and can’t think of anything more delightful than this breakthrough hit for Nancy Wilson.

Happy Valentines Day/Week to Lovers and Lovers at heart

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Wishin’ & Hopin’

*Another Recycled Post, this time from nearly 3 years ago about the blessing that is Dusty Springfield’s US hit version of “Wishin’ & Hopin'”

I roll thru Disc 1 of Dusty Springfield’s anthology, skipped over “Silver Threads & Golden Needles”…..gleamed thru “I Only Wanna Be With You” & “Stay Awhile” and stopped, and rewound, little phrases here and there, outta “Wishin’ & Hopin”

To give a little back story, “Wishin & Hopin” was originally recorded by Dionne Warwick, and released as a b-side to her “This Empty Place” in 1963. Never to let a song go to waste, when Dusty Springfield was making her first visits to promote “I Only Wanna Be With You” in the US (On Ed Sullivan and other shows) Burt Bacharach recommended Dusty take the song back to the UK and use as her next single. Well she covered two Bacharach recordings at the time, “Wishin'” becoming a US only #6 pop hit, “I Just Don’t Know What to do with Myself” a #3 UK hit, and international smash…..

Besides the point…..

Why is Dusty Springfield’s interpretation so paramount…normally I give my tip of the hat to anything Dionne Warwick records….

well…almost everything…..


Where Dionne Warwick sometimes seems too cultured for the subject matter she’s singing about…in the case of showing affection and a desire to be with another human being…Dionne Warwick seems to think she’s far too good to wear her hair “just for him” or do things he wants to do… She has no experience with having to hope anyone looks your way

Dusty Springfield seems to understand, that fuck, it’s a fucking compromise, she’s been thru this shit too, and she doesn’t wanna see your foolish ass waste time….life is far too short to keep wishin & hopin….

That empathy (and the “Slow Vandellas hit that never was” arrangement) I think is timeless, despite what my ex-roommate termed a dated and sexist song. For some reason I think it was the first time a singer knowingly sang a song of advice for Gay men (Dusty Springfield, being bi or lesbo, depending on who you believe and how you define those sexual categories). Too many a Gay guy won’t get off of his high horse and open up to the fact that, yes, if you really want the guy, fuck….you have to make some type of effort. You just don’t get noticed by just existing….nobody would have any issues with anything, if we just got noticed for just existing…

So yes…basically I’m claiming “Wishin’ & Hopin” as the 1st Lesson in the rules of Gay courtship


The Dusty Springfield version…..If you want advice, you don’t wanna go to Miss Manners that gets her heart broken every other hit do you?

Dionne Warwick lonely hearts role call?

“Anyone Who Had a Heart”

“Walk On By”

“A House is Not a Home”

“Are You There With Another Girl”

need I go on? does the bitch really know how to pass on advice?

And technically, The Vandellas did record a version of “Wishin & Hopin”….well, on TV…as a duet with Dusty…..

Sometimes you can find a moral in your music……


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Ev’rything’s Coming Up Dusty

*I started looking at more posts to recycle from my past music writings, for inspiration to point me in a new direction at least, and here’s one of my better things from 2 1/2 years ago*

So, while doing laundry long overdue, I realized it had been a long time since I picked a soundtrack to my Sunday.

And at this point I trying to pick myself up after a long time of forgetting myself. And what am I without my love of music really…and chances are its gonna be something from my immense catalog of Dusty, Dinah, Diana, Martha Kim or Dionne…

Since I mentioned Dusty first, you can probably see where I’m going with this….

So flipping thru my stack of 1000 CDs the one that stood out to me most was “Evrythings Coming Up Dusty” which was her 2nd lp released in britian (her 5th in total) in the 2nd half of 1965…

About a year ago, I wrote a blog about how I thought her version of “Wishin & Hopin” was a dating manual for gay men. Its compounded by me thinking that, given Springfields habit of hanging out in West End Drag clubs…and her own homosexuality made her view of romance, for gay men that see their morals thru a diva, more accurate…

So, “Won’t be Long” comes on, and maybe for the first time in 30 hours, or the whole year I feel electrified “here I am, standin by the railroad track, waitin for my baby, he’s a comin back” and then I die a lil bit, cause what man is coming back, as the lp continues its play order, to her cover of “Oh No Not My Baby” and I start to see why fate made me pick it up, head in the sand, my denials thinking that “Long after tonight was all over” I’d be his, forever in a day…

“So who can I turn to?” apparently the last note I wrote proves you can turn to the most unlikely sources, for comfort, for compassion, you can only complain about being alone in pain, if you say something and no one heeds your call (thanks Jason, thank you Paul, Thank you Eric and Erica, and the theoretical brick)

You know, its been a long long time since I doodled, and when “Doodlin” laid it on me “those weird designs, they only show what goin on it witty minds, so when doodle then yo noodle is flyin high, just might a thought you caught will coppin a whim, doodle takes you beyond what you think, then you are whatcha think” and in that moment I missed my old sketch pads, the charcoal smudges in my wall, the randomness of me drawing, which I only do now when I’m bored and have absolutely no internet access…I could be doodling for hours now, but I haven’t in 5 years, spend a whole day covered in charcoal, putting what was in my mind on paper, but not in words…and I stop, and hope, somehow its still there, and that this isn’t somehow letting events smother my soul…

“If it all works out” passes…and it does, cause Cheyenne says it does…and I’m starting to see that this lp is part of my soul. On December 2nd, I’m on “That’s how heartaches are made” that, actually, in the 30 hours, yes I’m hurt, but I know its my fault, with all the warning signs and words of caution, I really did fall in love with a monumental asshole, again

“Pretty soon the day would come, where’d I be the sorry one, but I said I’m not afraid”

Well…..yeah it hurts still, but I can stand in the fear and shadows of where my actions take a sigh, and the organ swells, and I throw up my hands and change the pastels to the dryer…

“It was easier to hurt him” cause when I retaliated to those words, he said, what I said, was hurtful to him. I should have told him, that I needed him, over a year ago, and maybe before his ego started to swell, and think he was every guys fancy..I may have had a chance…but it was easier to build him up, and then when I was hurt, tear it all down, wasn’t it?

So “I’ve been wrong before” and I am again…but I’m hoping this time I’m a bit more wise and “I can’t hear you no more” cause I’m tired of all they lyin and alibin, never straightforward, the ironies of a psychology major not in tune with his own, or others emotions, therefore a bag of mixed messages…

And I lay my hopes and dreams at the last two songs

“I had a talk with my man last night” cause, I can dream that one day, I will have a man strong and tender, that’ll sit on my bed with me and comfort the tears when I need him to. To set my alarm and give me a peck on the cheek goodnight. One day I can stop attempting to be that man for someone else, or at least have it mutually happen…and again I hope, and it warm

And then I’m “packin up” and movin outta town, cause I’m no longer chained, and I’m no longer bound

I gotta brand new coats, got new shoes
Gotta brand new diamond ring
Gotta man that gives me evrything!

Not to sound like a crash consumer, but it would be just wonderful, for once to get showered with love and affection, and a few gifts…

Thank you Dusty, for always pulling me up, I hope this makes you smile…and laugh, and that the better day I’m promised, by believing in the words you sang, are out there for me…


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