Marc
Motown
I feel an overwhelming sense of obligation towards Motown artists, namely the mid- to late-60s superstars like the Temptations, Smokey Robinson, Marvin Gaye, etc. I used to wake up most Sunday mornings as a kid to my mom playing any number of these tracks while she ran about the house dusting and cleaning and yelling at us to give her a hand, which, of course, we never did. I had the main job of dustmopping the hardwood floors from the ages of seven to sixteen (I think) and I'd say I did it solidy once, maybe twice, only under the threat of a beating/grounding if it didn't get done. The whole time, though, nothing but Motown or Neil Diamond or Simon and Garfunkel would play on the stereo, and as much I tried to ignore the fact that I wasn't into it during my so-called "punk" days, I find myself getting back into it all more and more as I'm growing up. It probably doesn't help that I experienced that bit of rejection last night, and the first thing I turned to was my recently burned Otis Redding album.
The sun was coming up. It was cold. The apartment was dark, quiet, almost completely empty feeling, and all I wanted to do was sit in the living room and drown myself in those albums. I only lasted for about a half hour, but still, it felt great. It felt reassuring to know that I could find comfort in something that wasn't exactly mine, because it's definitely not something that anyone from my generation came up with. It's my parent's, namely my mother's, and it kind of felt like it was her that was egging me on. A little tiny touch of home, I guess is what I'm trying to say.
Compound that with the fact that I received two completely wonderful emails from the parents today (separate, but ridiculously similar ... I love the fact that that they still dig each other so much), and I'm feeling like I've got something to fall back on when I mess everything else up, which is where I'm at right now.
So, as a tribute to the P's on their anniversary, I present yet another Marc-through-Zach top five list: "Tracks of My Tears" by Smokey Robinson and the Miracles; "Ain't Too Proud To Beg" by the Temptations; "These Arms of Mine" by Otis Redding; "It's the Same Old Song" by the Four Tops; and "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye.
Motown
I feel an overwhelming sense of obligation towards Motown artists, namely the mid- to late-60s superstars like the Temptations, Smokey Robinson, Marvin Gaye, etc. I used to wake up most Sunday mornings as a kid to my mom playing any number of these tracks while she ran about the house dusting and cleaning and yelling at us to give her a hand, which, of course, we never did. I had the main job of dustmopping the hardwood floors from the ages of seven to sixteen (I think) and I'd say I did it solidy once, maybe twice, only under the threat of a beating/grounding if it didn't get done. The whole time, though, nothing but Motown or Neil Diamond or Simon and Garfunkel would play on the stereo, and as much I tried to ignore the fact that I wasn't into it during my so-called "punk" days, I find myself getting back into it all more and more as I'm growing up. It probably doesn't help that I experienced that bit of rejection last night, and the first thing I turned to was my recently burned Otis Redding album.
The sun was coming up. It was cold. The apartment was dark, quiet, almost completely empty feeling, and all I wanted to do was sit in the living room and drown myself in those albums. I only lasted for about a half hour, but still, it felt great. It felt reassuring to know that I could find comfort in something that wasn't exactly mine, because it's definitely not something that anyone from my generation came up with. It's my parent's, namely my mother's, and it kind of felt like it was her that was egging me on. A little tiny touch of home, I guess is what I'm trying to say.
Compound that with the fact that I received two completely wonderful emails from the parents today (separate, but ridiculously similar ... I love the fact that that they still dig each other so much), and I'm feeling like I've got something to fall back on when I mess everything else up, which is where I'm at right now.
So, as a tribute to the P's on their anniversary, I present yet another Marc-through-Zach top five list: "Tracks of My Tears" by Smokey Robinson and the Miracles; "Ain't Too Proud To Beg" by the Temptations; "These Arms of Mine" by Otis Redding; "It's the Same Old Song" by the Four Tops; and "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye.
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