Man, this is sweet. Drifting tonight, not doing anything particularly just going with a pretty non-specific flow. Then I put some music on. Marvin Gaye. Can’t beat him. Sexual Healing. Fuck yes. Then I Heard It Through The Grapevine played loud, that wicked beat, that groove, the organ, the snare drum, all coming in together and building, a great arrangement of one of the best songs ever, Marvin then and the girls behind him getting in on the act oohing in the right places:
I know that a man ain’t supposed to cry,
But these tears I can’t hold inside.
Losin’ you would end my life you see,
Cause you mean that much to me.
You could have told me yourself
That you love someone else.
Instead…I heard it through the grapevine
Not much longer would you be mine.
Oh I heard it through the grapevine,
Oh and I’m just about to lose my mind.
Honey, honey yeah.
Gotta feel good after that. It’s sex no matter how you dress it up.
