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Song for Hank

It has been clear to me for some time that Henry loves music. He likes most genres, but if you really want to get him up and dancing, you can't beat the Motown sound.

He's not fussy, Barrett Strong; The Miracles; The Temptations; Stevie Wonder; Jimmy Ruffin; Martha & the Vandellas; the Four Tops; Brenda Holloway; The Isley Brothers; Edwin Starr; The Jackson 5, he'll listen to all of them. His real standouts seem to be two of the all time greats: Marvin Gaye and The Supremes.

Now I’ve been keeping my eye on him to try and determine what his favourite song might be, and I think that I’ve figured it out: the sublime Where Did Our Love Go? by The Supremes. I personally put this down to the throaty sensuality of Diana Ross’s vocal, but it could just as easily be the stomping beat that rides through the song.

Anyway, it’s a ripper of a tune, and for Henry, I’ve decided to attach a video of the girls themselves doing it live (it lacks the ‘stomping’ that stands out in the single, but remains a fantastic track). At some point, I’ll have to videotape the little bloke dancing to it and whack it online.

Comments

Sue said…
Go Henry...great taste in music! My baby, Zac, likes a bit of funky music too. We have been enjoying the series on the ABC lately...Soul Deep: The Story of Black Popular Music. Quite an interesting and informative series. It's on Thursday nights at 9:35pm. We were down and dirty with Mr. James Brown last week! Perhaps it may be a tad on the late side for Mr. H.
Looking forward to seeing the boy bust some moves...I am sure he looks gorgeous!
Kris McCracken said…
It is a good show that, I've caught bits and pieces.

He loves soul, and is partial to a bit of James Brown. He was listening to Sun Ra on the weekend, so he's got eclectic tastes.

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