Metaphors

It always happens that just when I think that I’ve heard every amazing cut put out by a certain artist (and I’m ready to close the book) I get nipped inside the ass (as opposed to on the exterior), and find myself listening to the same song on repeat for an hour straight. I picked up a copy of Here, My Dear the other day, and I had to again confront the fact that Marvin Gaye had somehow tapped into this cosmic sexual vortex of understanding. Some shit that despite race, gender, etc… 95% of English speaking people can probably feel and connect with. I guess you could probably speculate the sentiment of the song without understanding the lyrics, as he definitely has “the voice”, but it’s not within my realm to be able to surmise a person’s reaction/connection without them having the necessary language skills (and they’d probably just assume all his songs are love songs, which is not the case). I’ll leave that to a pro to figure out, and besides it’s completely irrelevant to this post, and again I’ve gotten off topic. Fuck. This particular album is the summation of Gaye’s divorce cut on wax, a somewhat cathartic outcry that evokes the hidden beauty of pain, rejection, and anguish (not that doing that is a first or anything, a large chunk of pop music deals solely with this type of stuff). Outside of being a performer and vocalist, Gaye was probably just as retarded and insecure as the rest of us, and worse, he was an arrogant, delusional, coked up asshole, whom in his last days (according to http://www.findadeath.com/. Seriously, that’s where I went to research this post) was known to frequently don a bulletproof vest out of fear that he was being stalked by murderers (The article also mentions that while staying at his parent’s house right before being murdered by his father [irony], “He was strung out, doing loads of cocaine and spent hours watching porn videos in his bedroom). It’s not that his lyrics are especially keen either, but as Coach McGuirk puts it in the above video, “It's called creative use of words. It's like poetry, you know? Robert Frost. Stopping by the woods. On a snowy fucking evening. That kind of shit. But it’s my poetry, it’s the everyday man’s poetry. Alright, cuz we can’t find good metaphors like the woods, or the snow, or the horse, or that kind of stuff.”
Marvin Gaye – Time To Get It Together
Marvin Gaye – Falling In Love Again/When Did You Stop Loving Me, When Did I Stop Loving You (Reprise)
Marvin Gaye – Is That Enough