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Sunday, August 21, 2022
Sunday Drive: I Wish It Would Rain
Here in Texas, we are eagerly expecting some much-needed rain later this morning. What a long hot summer it's been! At times, almost too hot to even think, let alone do anything else. Hence my selection of today's song by the fabulous Gladys Knight and the Pips, which I listened to many times on their Greatest Hits album, back in 1970-71. Gladys was one of the few soul singers who could give Aretha a run for her money.
Bonus: Here's Gladys, pretty in pink, singing a medley of hits with the Pips on the Ed Sullivan Show, February 1968:
And finally, if you want some real rain-dance music, here's one of their biggest and bestest hits from 1967. If this doesn't make you want to tap your feet and shake your booty, there's something wrong with you, bud.
She/they were great performers, but I think back then I was more into Creedence Clearwater, Orpheus, The Doobie Brothers, Simon and Garfunkle,Crosby Stills and Nash ... not sure what that says about me...
Hmm. Those are all straight white men. I'm sure some rabid zealot would say you are a racist, sexist, homophobic, cis-gendered pig. But I say you just liked what you liked, as I did.
At that period, I was a (relatively) poor boy who could only afford 79c 45's, and once in a great while an album ($2.99 at K-Mart) of greatest hits. The albums I remember having in 1970-71 were Gladys K and the P's, the Union Gap (that voice!), and the Guess Who. I think the following year I got CCR and the Grassroots. An album of Chopin's nocturnes, and Johann Strauss's greatest hits too, by the Philadelphia Philharmonic.
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is discord, harmony; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy. Grant that I may seek not so much to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen.
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We cannot all do great things, but we can do small things with great love.
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Churches say that the expression of love in a heterosexual monogamous relationship includes the physical, the touching, embracing, kissing, the genital act - the totality of our love makes each of us grow to become increasingly godlike and compassionate. If this is so for the heterosexual, what earthly reason have we to say that it is not the case with the homosexual?
It is a perversion if you say to me that a person chooses to be homosexual. You must be crazy to choose a way of life that exposes you to a kind of hatred. It's like saying you choose to be black in a race-infected society.
If God, as they say, is homophobic, I wouldn't worship that God.
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3 comments:
She/they were great performers, but I think back then I was more into Creedence Clearwater, Orpheus, The Doobie Brothers, Simon and Garfunkle,Crosby Stills and Nash ... not sure what that says about me...
Hmm. Those are all straight white men. I'm sure some rabid zealot would say you are a racist, sexist, homophobic, cis-gendered pig. But I say you just liked what you liked, as I did.
At that period, I was a (relatively) poor boy who could only afford 79c 45's, and once in a great while an album ($2.99 at K-Mart) of greatest hits. The albums I remember having in 1970-71 were Gladys K and the P's, the Union Gap (that voice!), and the Guess Who. I think the following year I got CCR and the Grassroots. An album of Chopin's nocturnes, and Johann Strauss's greatest hits too, by the Philadelphia Philharmonic.
I've always had catholic tastes. Grin.
P. S. - I saw CS&N in concert much later, 1978 I think. They gave a great show.
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