The Oldies

…..The oldies use to hold me, made me reminisce with no time spent, made the moment more fuller, it’s lyrics was more realer, it gave me the reasons to let’s get it on, and then let’s do it again, but neither one of us, never can say goodbye.  The oldies was samples of reality, events and happenings that will play themselves out again and again. I can still hear my mom’s voice singing Donny Hathaway and the eight track in full display, while we ride through the park on a beautiful Christmas Day, or Nate King Cole you know his voice was gold when he sing silent night, it made the holiday out of sight.

…It was always and forever, when heatwave was on, and Stevie made you wonder with his pastime paradise; then at midnight the quiet storm helped you drift away with the Drifters, tempted you with the Temptations, and brought you up to date with Luther Vandross. Minnie Riperton made a man feel wanted every time he comes around and Michael Jackson just had the crown, while Prince gave the world diamonds and pearls, Teena Marie kept you out on a limb, can’t forget the four tops and spinners, and we was winners when Babyface came on the scene cause he noticed the cool in you. Cameo brought out the fool in you,  Isaac Hayes took his time with walk on buy, Barry White told us he was never, never gonna give ya up, if only you knew Pattie Labelle was in love again, boy she could sing. Gladys Knight had the pips and she let you know if she was your woman, and ain’t no mountain high enough for Ms. Diana Ross. Just a few oldies enter my mind from time to time, thank god I grew up in the era I did when music was cognitive and had the power to make the blind see and the cripple walk, and make the stern give up their hearts, it left its mark on people the animals and the trees.