Here is the second one, "Baby Love," also from 1964:
From the Wiki:
The Supremes became the first Motown act to have more than one American number-one single, and by the end of the decade, would have more number-one singles than any other Motown act (or American pop music group) with 12, a record they continue to hold; Stevie Wonder is currently in second place with ten number-one singles. link
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I read music sales is way down.
It's just packaged differently, Lem. People are buying, but they're "picking" things like a cable TV channel provider's nightmare.
In a sense, the "album" is dead. The music singles market is back and has been for a while now.
Did I ever tell you I met and spoke with Diana Ross at Marvin Davis' house. Well I did.
She's about this tall:
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So tiny I could lift her up and place her on the bar like a little doll. (We were both getting a cocktail from one of the bars at the same time) And she spoke like an insecure little girl.
Barbara Davis had her husband Marvin Davis fly in all the actors for Fox to support her Ball to raise money for children's diabetes. They were captives. There were other notables there as well. I met president Ford and spoke to him too. I also met Lucile Ball that day, she was quite old, and many other television actors and movie actors were there. Actors from the television show "Dynasty," the British woman with deplorable caps and her entourage would break away oddly from the party into the extended gardens to snort coke. Ross was not affiliated with that company in any way, but she did have a concert in Denver at the time so she was coerced to participate too. I told her everyone at work was talking about how great her concert is. I lied. Only one person was talking about how great her concert is, but he talks so much and won't shut up that he counts for a lot of people. Ross said in a faint little girl voice,
"I hope they're like that tonight." She would be performing at Barbara's Ball.
"They will be." I assured her. "How could they not? What do you even mean?"
"I hope they're not sitting on their hands."
I was dumbfounded. Flabbergasted. I could not believe I was hearing self-doubt come out of her. And then I realized she felt she did not fit in. These are not her people. Everyone else is white. And worse, old and rich and white. And probably not into the Mowtown sound or her disco beats. She did stick out. But she is still a goddess. How could there be any self-doubt at this late point in her career? But there is.
Then she disappeared.
Later, we couldn't get anything out of the staff. Ross had broken away from the party and went into the garage where the staff was working clearing off plates, washing them, drying, and packing them back into storage boxes, as an assembly line. Apparently Ross had greeted each one, spoke with each one individually took time to have a few words with each individual, and they were all so well chuffed they were walking on air. Floating around the ceiling like helium balloons is more like it. The entire staff was giddy thereafter. And I mean it.
They described Ross's visitation like Glenda the good witch of the North had descended in a bubble, waved her wand, and made their dreams come true. She spoke directly to her people and ignored the party.
I did not see her leave. But I did speak with her chauffeur who related she was a complete bitch.
This ran counter to what I observed and what I knew for myself.
"How so?"
"Oh, it's all 'take me here' and 'take me there' and 'watch out for the bump' and 'you're going too fast' and 'go faster' and "watch out for the light" all day long."
"Isn't that your job?"
"Well, yeah, but still, but no, but well, yeah."
I have more stories about Barbara Davis. Want to hear them? Okay, laters then.
The Supremes were real pros. Which, I hope, reads as a compliment. Very smooth, perfectly synchronized: pros. Of course when Baby Love was at the top of the charts the number of daily replays got to be a little much.
As to Diana Ross's confidence or lack thereof, she sure didn't project anything BUT confidence when performing. She was HUGH, back in the day.
So tame by today's standards, eh. Such as they are. Sixty-four had its good times, and those less so.
The last new music CD I bought was of Amy Winehouse.
Just struck me, Lem, about your comment header.
That most conversations here are civil, only others make it less so, and deliberately do so. I mean look at comments today, an extremely wide range of thought.
Contentious thought at times, but everyone respectful for the most part. Your regulars aren't those who you should be chastising or warning.
Which is what your comment header implies, to me anyway.
The thing is the regulars are the only ones that might be listening to me. So I focus on them... unfairly as it might be.
There is biblical verse that comes to mind but I'm not going to quote it because it may be interpreted as very presumptuous of me to pass myself of as pastor :0
Thanks for the response, Lem. Or shepherd as it may be.
ricpic, Virtually all those old black entertainers were real pros and showmen/women.
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