Oh Word - Gaye and Eliot edition

“I don't quite know how to explain it but it's there.
These can't be the only notes in the world; there's got to be other notes some place, in some dimension, between the cracks on the piano keys.”

- Marvin Gaye

“Birth and copulation and death, that's all the facts when you get to brass tacks.”

- T.S. Eliot.

The Eliot quote is on the sleeve of Let's Get It On, a cornerstone of the 2 heathens' record collection played during my childhood and the likely reason I 1) became an English major and 2) grew up to have a web log on which every other post references sexytimes and has tags like “Basslines are sex.”


I tried and tried to find the mp3 of this, to no avail. Sorry. Press the little forward arrow below and please note that in the movie version of the goings-on in apt. 302, this plays over the montage of us when we are first falling in love and getting all goofy for each other, holding hands when we go out to breakfast every weekend, and frantically clutching at each other without our clothes on. It's also an exceedingly dope road trip song, oh my goodness, car-dancing on the 10 on the way to Indio, is there anything finer in life?

Marvin, I hear, was full of euphoria and dread, kind of like Kanye except Marvin did not have a blog that was better than the Internet, but it's all euphoria and nothing more when this song hits my brain/ears/heart.



PS, “For only love can conquer hate” was a fine statement about humanity, but “I want to do somethin freaky to you” cannot be denied in terms of sheer lyrical persuasive force.


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