#Eddie holland

[lisamarie-vee]

[mydailyvintagephotos]

Happy Birthday 🎂

October 30th 1939

[musickickztoo]

Eddie Holland *October 30, 1939

[soundgrammar]

Songwriters Eddie Holland (L), Lamont Dozier (C) and Brian Holland (R) are joined by musicians Stevie Wonder (2nd L), Berry Gordy (3rd R) and Mary Wilson (2nd R) during the Star ceremony for Holland Dozier Holland on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. Photo by Frederic J. Brown/AFP via Getty Images.

[jt1674]

[mitjalovse]

A thing about the 60's that rarely gets mentioned is that there were several scenes that prospered during the period. Of course, they also defined the time thanks to their success. For instance, Motown is one of those hubs, can you imagine the 60's without their style? Then again, the musicians the label really worked at the top of their games then. The Supremes, for instance, set the template for many R&B groups and one has to check some of their tunes to hear why. Mind you, their pieces still pulsate with an incredible vitality that the covers of them cannot really capture. When you try to understand why that is, one gets a variety of answers. Each part contributes to the whole, yet there is something more here at play as well.

[julio-viernes]

Abdul "Duke" Fakir RIP, el último "four top".

Cuando fue lanzada en 1966 "Reach Out I´ll Be There" de Holland, Dozier and Holland al principio hubo gente que la consideró incomprensible, un verdadero barullo en su estructura. Era un tema que se salía de los patrones rítmicos de la factoría Motown. Incluso los mismos Four Tops la vieron difícil y rara como ella sola.

Lamont Dozier dijo que quería escribir, agárrense porque esto es buenísimo: "un viaje de emociones con tensión sostenida, como un bolero. Para transmitir esto, alterné las tonalidades, desde un toque ruso menor en las estrofas hasta un toque gospel mayor en el estribillo". Es lo que tiene ser un genio del pop, el "Bach negro", que te suelta una de estas y a ver que haces, donde te metes...

En cuanto a la letra que escribió con Eddie Holland, ambos tuvieron el objetivo de que los Four Tops sonaran "como si estuvieran siendo derribados vocalmente". Ambos estaban por entonces muy influenciados por Bob Dylan y querían que "Levi Stubbs gritara y cantara la letra… como un saludo a Dylan". Puedo verlo, lo veo todo.

Para la grabación, los escritores y productores pusieron intencionadamente al cantante principal, el gran Levi, al límite de sus posibilidades, en el tope de los tops, en la cima de su rango vocal. Según Abdul Fakir: "para asegurarse de que tuviera ese llanto, hambre y gemido en la voz", cosa que logró maravillosamente.

Una vez completada la grabación -mención especial para el bajo de James Jamerson- y al escuchar la versión final, el grupo le rogó a Berry Gordy que no la publicara.

Según Fakir, "para nosotros la canción era una canción un poco extraña". Sin embargo, Gordy se dio cuenta de que aquello era una p... obra maestra y una de las cosas más desquiciadamente creativas que había hecho Motown hasta la fecha, e insistió en sacarla como sencillo. El resultado fue UK nº 1; USA nº 1; España, jiji, nº 1. Así fue...

Arriba en riguroso directo en París 1967. Buen detalle las 2 baterías + percusión.

[filosofablogger]

♫ The Happening ♫ (Redux)

My first inclination for today’s music post was Cat Stevens’ “Peace Train”, but I just played it a few months ago.  So I thought, maybe John Lennon’s “Imagine”, but I just played that a few months ago, too.  And so, I decided to go for something upbeat, something to take our minds off our troubles for a few minutes, get our toes tapping and maybe lighten our spirits just a bit.  And who better to…

[egoschwank]

al things considered — when i post my masterpiece #1274

first posted in facebook february 24, 2024

shantel miller -- "lukewarm" (2019)

"experiencing a work of art is like meeting someone new. you're not going to know everything about them at first, with each encounter more information will be revealed to you" … shantel miller

"miller creates uncanny, color-saturated scenes of close-cropped intimacy, exquisitely framed and fragmented by interior architecture and the canvas’s edges. her paintings, layered with symbolism, are marked by intense absences, connections, and exploration of identity formed by faith traditions and black feminism" … daniel byers

"lying in a bathtub, holding to the sides frozen in the steam and everything to hide deep in the bathtub, make it good and hot make it hot enough to wash everything off" … mark sandman

"i've been trying to reach you" … shantel miller

"(reach out) come on, girl, reach on out for me (reach out) reach out for me hah, i'll be there with a love that will shelter you i'll be there with a love that will see you through" … eddie holland

"now can you please just hand me that towel?" … al janik

[bridoesotherjunk]

saw this on twitter from user Parzival_jay

i think about this so fucking often

Tom Hardy's Venom really was such a non threat, it's so fucking funny

the fans who wanted to see Tom Hardy duke it out with Tom Holland had to have been disappointed. but like -- that's so fucking FUNNY

man and his alien literally sat at a bar and got wasted instead of doing anything important. King behavior.

[sugarskulls99]

Me after reading a fluff boyfriend au and realizing he'll never be my boyfriend because he's 30+ years older than me.

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

I can’t really explain what stranger things means to me. A show about outcasts, by outcasts, for outcasts. When you’re different, sometimes you feel like a mistake. But you make me feel like I’m not a mistake at all, like I’m better for being different.

[mydailyvintagephotos]

Happy Birthday 🎁

Eddie Holland

October 30th 1939

[stevesbipanic]

@steddiemicrofic prompt: edge, WC: 509, rating: T

Eddie arrived home to a quiet house, which wasn't completely unusual for the Harrington home to be quiet but usually Eddie found his boyfriend moving around the kitchen making dinner, softly singing along to the radio.

"Steve?" He called out but was met with more silence. Strange, but Steve could be up in bed, maybe he had a migraine. Eddie checked quickly upstairs but found their bed cold and empty too. He'd seen Steve's car in the driveway so he hadn't left, and Robin didn't have her licence yet so she couldn't have picked him up, plus he'd have left a note.

Eddie went back downstairs checking the loving room hoping maybe Steve had just fallen asleep on the couch. Still, he was nowhere to be found. He went back to the kitchen ready to start calling around hoping maybe Steve was just visiting someone and forgot to leave a note. He was halfway through dialling the Hendersons when a shadow in the backyard caught his eye.

"Oh sweetheart," he mumbled to himself as he hung up the phone. Eddie grabbed a blanket off the couch and opened to sliding door to the back deck. Steve didn't flinch at the sound, eyes staying ahead. Sighing, Eddie wrapped the blanket around Steve's shoulders and joined him sitting at the edge of the pool.

The two boys sat silent for a few moments, Eddie knew better to just wait for Steve to talk, he'd made his presence known and that's what Steve needed right now. He wouldn't always talk, sometimes choosing to simply sit before they went back inside and curled up in bed. Sometimes Steve wanted touch, sometimes he'd just want to know Eddie was there.

Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, Steve spoke. "It's been five years and I can't look at this pool and not see her." Eddie knew who they were talking about, after all only one girl had drowned in this pool. "She should be at college with, Nance, she should get to have a grave with a body in it, she should be here instead of," Steve choked out a sob instead of finishing that thought. Even though it ripped Eddie's heart to shreds, and wanted nothing more than to tell Steve he's loved and that it's not his fault, he knew Steve didn't want that, he'd said those words a million times before, Steve knew so Eddie waited.

Steve tilted his body until he lent against Eddie's side and Eddie let out a breathe as he was finally allowed to comfort his boy, wrapping his arms around him and holding him tight. He sat there with Steve crying softly in his arms until they slowed to a stop, it was time for bed.

Eddie took his hand leading him back into the house and upstairs, curling him into his chest and reminding him he was there, that he'd always be there.

"I think it's time to move, Steve."

"Do you think she'd forgive me?"

"I know she already has," and that was enough.

[soundgrammar]

Brian Holland, Lamont Dozier, and Eddie Holland.

[libraryledge]

Reflecting on the Crushes I've Had on Fictional Characters Over the Years, Apparently I Have a Type...

Goofy dorks. XD

Anyway, I'm open to writing about these fandoms (and many others). Let me know in the comments or anonymously in the "Questions/Story Requests" feature of my page if you have ideas for future pieces or stories. I'd love to hear them. :)