Damn Those Love Songs!

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Back in the day, when I was a young lady, there were two important kinds of music: dance music, and love songs.

Dance music: self-explanatory. Love songs: hmph. Few young black women of the late ’60s and early ’70s–even virgins like moi–could escape the allure of those damn love songs.

No matter how much you wanted to do your chores, or your homework, or concentrate on your career, at some point those love songs snatched you up. Young women since ancient times, surely, have been waylaid (no pun intended) by love songs. Either they were playing when you and your guy were doing something significant (or more accurately, when you and your guy were together and they were playing, you ended up doing something significant), or there was a guy you wanted and weren’t sure you could have, and there was always some damn song with some damn lyrics that would make you think about him, or fantasize about him, or call him, or spend hours writing his name or calling all his friends or some such stupidity that made ever so much sense at the time.

A teeny tiny fraction of the slow ballads that made up the soundtrack to my [imaginary] love life were by Bloodstone (Natural High); Blue Magic (Sideshow); Earth, Wind and Fire (Reasons); Roberta Flack (The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face; The Closer I Get To You); The Floaters; Stevie Wonder; Al Green; The Moments (With You); the Chi-Lites (Have You Seen Her; Oh Girl); the Dells (Stay In My Corner; The Love We Had Stays On My Mind; Open Up My Heart); the Isley Brothers (Hello, It’s Me and For the Love of You were just two of their dozens of troublemaking tunes); Marvin Gaye (both sides of his 1973 album Let’s Get It On got mucho people in mucho trouble, what with titles like Come Get To This, Distant Lover, You Sure Love To Ball, and Just To Keep You Satisfied); the heavy-breathing Barry White (I’m Gonna Love You Just A Little More, Baby) and his Love Unlimited Orchestra (who only made one album but with tunes like Loving You, That’s All I’m After and Someone Really Cares For You, the damage was done); and Smokey Robinson.

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A few of those damn troublemaking 45s from my collection (click to enlarge)

And those lyrics! They could transport a poor defenseless young woman to places she did not want to go and make her think thoughts she did not need to be thinking about guys who were, well, let’s just say, probably not listening to such music so intently. For the really naughty mamas, there were sophisticated “affair” tunes like Billy Paul’s Me and Mrs. Jones and Nancy Wilson’s Guess Who I Saw Today.

What exactly did this music do? Often, it made us apply the lyrics to a guy we had our eye on, guaranteeing that in our heads, he was a sweet, sensitive, caring, attentive, available man who also loved us, brought us flowers, wrote letters and sent cards to us, stayed with us into the night, returned the next morning, or at least liked us back. (When in reality he was maybe not really into us, or didn’t call us as often as we’d like or treat us as well as we’d like. Yes, we could be blinded to the reality, just because the song was so sweet.)

Sensitive songs, sung by male vocalists, helped make us believe that guys could feel this way. We loved every verse that exhibited some sensitive behavior (“…ain’t no place I’d rather be than with you” or “loving you is easier than breathing”). If we played them in the presence of guys, surely these songs could make them act the way the singer did within the four minutes that the song took to spin through.

more love 45s

more… (click to enlarge)

When we got a little older and could appreciate the value of atmosphere, there was the mood-setting, often instrumental music of such artists as Roy Ayers (Everybody Loves the Sunshine), George Benson (Breezin’), The Blackbyrds (City Life), Donald Byrd, Norman Connors (You Are My Starship), George Duke, Herbie Hancock, Isaac Hayes, Bob James, Earl Klugh, Ronnie Laws, Noel Pointer, Lonnie Liston Smith, Grover Washington Jr., and plenty of others whose offerings I can still reach for right now if I want to mellow out the mood.

What can I say? Songs about relationships just grabbed my heart, and mushy lyrics sung or stated sincerely were and still are my Kryptonite. I guess it’s part of my nature, wanting everything to be all warm and fuzzy, that attracted me to these songs where everyone was nice to everyone else, and men would succumb to the goodness in women.

The song that made me all warm and fuzzy in this way, the one song that to me epitomized the potential in men to be loving, gentle, and sentimental, was the 1969 tune Baby I’m For Real by The Originals. The lyrics, earnestly delivered by male voices, were comfortingly convincing to a teenage girl:

Baby, baby
You don’t understand
How much I love you baby
And how much I wanna be your only man, oh baby
Baby, baby, baby
You don’t have to go
Stay a little while longer, baby
I wanna talk to you just a little more
I see the little tears in your eyes, about to fall
You are wondering if I’m for real
But if you cry, I wonder why you cry
I tell you, you know I–this is how I feel
Baby I’m for real
But if you wanna know the truth about it,
Girl I just can’t live without you
And that’s why I’m confessin’ my love to you
So that I can live my whole life with you.

See what I mean? This song had it all: a man who was tender, who declared how he felt, stated that he wanted to be with this woman, and restated it too, addressed her fear, and declared that he was in her corner. No wonder this song brought tears to my eyes when i first heard it: this is what we girls wanted!! And by singing it, in that way, the Originals proved to us–or at the very least gave us hope–that men could really be wonderful.

Right?

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8 thoughts on “Damn Those Love Songs!

  1. we young men of that era did the same thing when it came to those damn love songs. i can remember practicing how i would hold that special young lady i wanted thinking just the right words to say and the right song to say those words to. and when i had that special girl in my arms, and the right song was playing and i said what i wanted to say, too bad i never practiced how to walk away after that slow dance without showing my excitement of dancing with her… y’all know what i mean……

  2. Ahhhh. The days when music was music and lyrics were memorized to impress the young lady that you wanted, er, some extra attention from….and if you could stretch out “stayyyyyyyyyyyy” with the Dells without taking an extra breath, you were, er, in! Ha ha.
    What do we have today? Pit Bull.

  3. Entertaining – I can visualize the entire scene. Question is what impact did the music truly have on the Brothers ? impact may have lasted longer than the four minutes the song played – the power of the Dells can’t be underestimated.

  4. Mindy G

    Deepee-I have news for you it wasn’t just the young black women who couldn’t escape the allure of those love songs, and I hate to admit it, but sometimes I can still fall for the lyrics and be distracted and all of a sudden my car has arrived at my destination and I have no recollection of driving. Great post. I was so there.

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