Motown

Really enjoying Pandora Motown this evening. I had forgotten how important this music was to me the first time around.

When I started listening to Pandora a couple of years ago, I started with The Doobie Brothers. Blackwater was one of those songs that was so connected to smoking Swisher Sweets with Peggy at the Pizza Hut. (or was that memory a construct?)

What I am realizing now is that the real music in my gut is what I listened to after high school, not during. And Motown is a huge piece of that. Not just because the only thing playing while training with Phil was the Temps.

Maybe one result is that a lot of hopeless tracks got laid down on my soul. I know the words of those Doors songs come to the surface so easily.

The other result, though, is all of those love songs. All of those praise and worship songs that are so narrowly off the mark. The pop catalog is full of them.

Tonight, Aretha sang a song that was sooooo close. All it took was changing the last line of each chorus, and a couple of personal references in a verse. In one tiny movement, the carnal disappears and the divine finds it's place. The writer was a worshipper, devoted and practiced. Maybe even a worshiper of the Most High. The abandon into the arms of love was right there. Just the wrong arms. So simple to fix. Then when sung, the glory falls.

Father, thank you for the worshipers that you have made us all to be. It is so good to be so right doing what you planned. There are so many things that body parts do that are different from each other. This thing, we were all made to do. And we do it even when we do not know it.