#Sylvia Moy

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Sylvia Rose Moy (1938 – 2017) was an American songwriter and record producer, formerly associated with the Motown Records group. The first woman at the Detroit-based music label to write and produce for Motown acts, she is probably best known for her songs written with and for Stevie Wonder. Sylvia at Wikipedia

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Come to Where No Hearts Love

What would we have today? I haven't got a clue, because there's a lot of junk flying around here. Why not work through some half-baked crap, nobody will ever notice anyway. Har, har, har!

All right, good idea. Here we go. We've got Dressed to Kill (1975) and Killers (1982) (1) and even a little more for offer. Well, and why not, after all, you don't get to see something like this every day, and it's better than nothing (2).

So let's all think very briefly of the vocal bridge from C'mon and Love Me, the one with that quirky Gene duet just before the wonderfully self-pleased, sleazy chorus, which I can probably expect everyone here to know. Cut and pan to Nowhere to Run.

Close up on the verse, those after the acoustic to electric main riff, which is later to be recycled from both an Animalize (1984) and Psycho Circus (1998) track, and which might not sound entirely unfamiliar if you haven't spontaneously forgotten what it was all about at the beginning of this paragraph.

And I admit things could get easily tricky if you just look at the emotional charge of both equally structured Paul lines, which fortunately we don't do, do we?

And that would indeed be better, because if you listen to this one bridge from This Old Heart of Mine (1966) by the Isley Brothers, you can't help but notice that it fits Nowhere to Run's verse like a glove and also has more than enough overlap with C'mon and Love Me's bridge to realize that not only once more, but twice we're not exactly dealing with a coincidence.

Anyone surprised? Great, then at least we've got that out of the way.

Side Note:

(1) It is rumored that even the most hardcore of the oldest kissologists still disagree about whether this compilation is simply called Killers or in formal terms KISS Killers, and are still and probably will continue to discuss it for a very long time to come.

(2) But don't worry, there is certainly no shortage of supplies, on the contrary. Oh my..!

You can run, but you cannot hide from those links I highlightet for you:

Nowhere to Run (1982)

This Old Heart of Mine (1966)

C'mon and Love Me (1975)

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♫ Uptight (Everything's Alright) ♫ (Redux)

Those of you who have known me for a while know that Stevie Wonder is my #1 guy!  When I need a boost or just need to get the toes tapping, I turn to Stevie.  I’ve only played this one once, a few years ago, so I think it’s time for a redux, don’t you? I knew that Stevie had been something of a child prodigy, but I didn’t realize he had his first #1 hit at the age of only 13!  Blind since birth,…

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[sisterdivinium]

(don't think I've ever been this happy to log into twitter what with the announcement of the interview with Thekla Reuten coming out soon, aaah)

[lesondupapillon]

Aujourd'hui des nuages semblables

Déploient leurs linceuls vacants.

Tu n'as rien à dire ?

Moi je boite de la mémoire.

/ Sylvia Plath

[tournevole]

« Couchée à plat ventre sur la roche chaude, je laissais pendre mon bras sur le côté, caressant de la main les contours arrondis de la pierre bouillante sous le soleil, les ondulations lisses. Le rocher brûlant offrait un tel confort, rude et chaud, qu’on aurait dit un corps humain. La chaleur intense me brûlait à travers le tissu de mon maillot de bain, et irradiait tout mon corps ; mes seins, contre la pierre dure et plate, me faisaient mal. Il soufflait un vent moite et salé qui détrempait mes cheveux – à travers leur masse brillante, j’apercevais le scintillement bleu de l’océan. Le soleil s’infiltrait par chaque pore, comblait chacune des fibres douloureuses de mon corps, pour me plonger dans une quiétude dorée, rayonnante. Je m’étirais sur le rocher, corps tendu, puis relâché, sur cet autel ; j’avais l’impression d’être délicieusement violée par le soleil, remplie de chaleur intense par le dieu impersonnel et colossal de la nature. Sous moi, le corps de mon amant était chaud et pervers, la sensation de sa chair sculptée à nulle autre pareille ; ni douce ni malléable, ni trempée de sueur, mais sèche et dure, lisse, propre et pure. Et moi, noble, d’une blancheur d’ossements, j’avais été rejetée par l’océan, une fois lavée, baptisée et lustrée, entièrement asséchée par le soleil. Le corps de mon amant était comme les algues, tranchant, cassant, à l’odeur puissante ; comme la pierre, il était net et arrondi, incurvé, ovale ; comme le vent, âcre et salé – le corps de mon amant était ainsi. C’était un sacrifice orgiaque sur un autel de pierre et de soleil, et je me suis relevée luisante de siècles d’amour, purifiée et rassasiée par le feu dévorant de son désir fortuit et intemporel…/… »

Journal extrait,

Sylvia Plath,

Swanpscott – Eté 1951

[babyifulovedme]

‘Stay on your path, Sylvia Plath’.

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Drawn with graphite & oil based pencils by moi!

@babyifulovedme on insta xo

[tiny-sparrow-alpu]

c’est moi

«..i have a body.. and i am curled up in its neat and miraculous network of muscles bones and nerves… i am woven into a snug automatic cocoon of flesh and blood.. »

-Sylvia Plath

[solpadeinedelusions]

hi, my name's hanna, i'm 17 and i'm from northern poland. i go to the third best high school in my voivodeship (i'm in a bio-chem-eng class), i will be graduating in may 2026. my therapist and some teachers say i'm autistic but i'm not officially diagnosed. my dream is to be either a pediatrician working for msf, or an archeologist, a guitarist, or a marine biologist, or a teacher, or a writer, or i actually have no idea.

languages i speak/am learning( ^ω^ )

polish(native), english(c1), german(a2), czech, french, swedish, japanese, russian

what i like (*^▽^*)

anime/manga: attack on titan, monster, evangelion, nana, junji ito's work, studio ghibli, jojo

music: mcr, nirvana, green day, msi, hole, bikini kill, hanabie, babymetal, the cure, the smiths, joy division, malice mizer, moi dix mois, strawberry switchblade

literature: Kafka, Dostoyevsky, Daphne du Maurier, Agatha Christie, Sylvia Plath, Huxley

history, ancient and 2ww

my job (waaah i can't work in winter)

school!

shows/movies: the craft, girl interrupted, tue, st, derry girls, sherlock bbc, skins, edward scissorhands, corpse bride, the nightmare before christmas, addmas family, perfect days

今度は今度、今は今

[amoureusedesmots98]

Nous devrions nous rencontrer dans une autre vie, nous devrions nous rencontrer dans les airs, toi et moi.

Sylvia Plath

[rolandrockover]

To Tear Uptight

Some, ahem, might hear a discontinued version of Kiss' own God of Thunder (1976) in the opening and main riff of Tears are Falling (1985), and others, well, the bass line from Stevie Wonder's Uptight (Everything's Alright) (1965).

Paul Stanley claims to have heard and recognized the latter from a Eurythmics song in the mid-80s, which is how he got the idea for Tears are Falling's main riff in the first place (1). But to follow the current he has set, one would not want to doubt this at all, because the Eurythmics have in all probability used Uptight's little motif just as surely as they have appropriated and further developed Lipps Inc.'s Funky Town (1979).

By the way, the Eurythmics song that Paul cites with a pure heart is Would I Lie to You (1985). The factor that good old Paul doesn't come out with, of course, is that the layered harmonies of the vocal arrangements of Would I Lie to You must obviously have been a key source of inspiration for the chorus of Tears are Falling. And nothing else but exactly that, and, of course, only the Stevie Wonder element in it appealed to him.

I wish Soul Station Paul and the above-mentioned Statement Paul would one day cross paths through some cosmic coincidence and be forced to discuss this matter calmly with each other in public, under the observation of all their fans.

I mean, you could almost assume he wanted to get caught. Like in a not quite 100% psychological sophisticated crime thriller with a cat and mouse game between perpetrator and investigator. Except that the investigator would be an old and worn-out, unshaven, 3rd class investigator smelling of booze and would kinda catch him with ease.

And that should not necessarily be a compliment to my values.

Side Note:

(1) Which doesn't rule out the possibility that Stevie Wonder might have had a small but not insignificant influence on God of Thunder (1976) nine years earlier. I'll save what else The Beatles might have to do with it for another entry. Or maybe even two.

Tears Are Falling (1985)

Would I Lie to You (1985)

Uptight (1965)

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♫ My Cherie Amour ♫ (Redux)

When I’m a bit ‘under the weather’, there is one musician who can always make me feel better, even if only for a few minutes.  Those of you who have followed my music posts for a while know that one person is none other than Stevie Wonder!!! The title is French for “My Dearest Love.”  Stevie wrote this song in 1967 when he was a student at Michigan School for the Blind, recording a rough version…

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Novembre : Mois sans tabac 🚭 8ème édition

“Avec le tabac et l’alcool, l’administration est la plus grande blanchisseuse d’argent sale de notre époque.”

Philippe Bouvard

Gif Bretzel/ Otto Dix :Portrait de Sylvia von Harden