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Tuesday, March 06, 2007

how sweet it is.

I started tripping over my Hitsville U.S.A. compilations more often than usual. these twin beasts, each boasting four discs of classic Motown music, have been sitting on my shelves for over ten years -- festering, waiting, grumbling. I bought them back when I was under the spell of both BMG's direct mail service and Pat McGroin's bass tutelage. I wiped the dust of a handful of different baltimore city apartments and starting spinning.

after a few passes, it saddened me to recognize most of the songs by their having been sampled by deathly corporations to sell rotten products. I figured there would be a family sedan or tasty chocolate dessert somewhere in the mix, but nearly every other song? if the unholy alliances were due the actual artists selling their 40-year old classics (rather than a crusty old producer or manager, or some snot-nosed step-nephew), I can't say I blame them for cashing in years later; musicians today make ridiculous amounts of money based on a small fraction of the talent these guys had.

instead, I blame the unoriginal fucks at these companies for thinking that "How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You)" makes me want to buy a car, eat a candy bar, or pick up some office supplies.



At March 06, 2007 1:29 PM, habulous said...

Dude, at least you know that James Taylor isn't the only one who sang that song. (sheesh)


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