Jimmy Ruffin, “What Becomes of the Brokenhearted,” 1966
Our share of night to bear –
Our share of morning –
Our blank in bliss to fill,
Our blank in scorning –
Here a star, and there a star,
Some lose their way!
Here a mist – and there a mist –
Afterwards – Day!
—Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), 116 (Franklin)
desert island disc
Ann Peebles, I Can’t Stand the Rain (Willie Mitchell, prod.), 1974
Syl Johnson, “Take Me to the River” (Al Green, Mabon “Teenie” Hodges, writers; Willie Mitchell, producer), 1975
I am waiting, patiently, for the United States Postal Service to issue a Forever stamp honoring Willie Mitchell. Nobody—nobody—has produced better records.
Barbara Lynn, “You’ll Lose a Good Thing” (B. Lynn [aka B.L. Ozen], H.P. Meaux), live (TV show: The !!! Beat), Dallas, 1966
Was popular music, some of it, anyway, better then—or is any inclination in that direction simply a matter of nostalgia?
Otis Redding (1941-1967), “(Sittin’ On) The Dock of the Bay” (O. Redding, S. Cropper), rec. 1967 (official video)
Taking another break. Still flu-beaten. At times like these, I’m especially grateful to be in a long marriage (41 years, January). (I’m also grateful, when my wife is ill, to be able to care for her.) Back before long, I hope.
voices I miss
This sounds as fresh, and timely, as it did in 1971.
Marvin Gaye (1939-1984), “Inner City Blues (Make Me Wanna Holler)” (M. Gaye, J. Nyx; What’s Going On, 1971)