Showing posts with label Rest In Peace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rest In Peace. Show all posts

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Norman Whitfield

AFRO-TASTIC!Norman Whifield is dead. That may not mean much to you, but it means something to me: he produced some of my very favorite Motown songs. He produced my beloved Velvelettes. He co-wrote and produced "I Heard It Through The Grape Vine" for both Marvin Gaye and Gladys Knight & The Pips, and it was a number 1 hit both times. He helped create Psychedelic Soul, and helped inject funk into the Motown's records. In fact, he helped create the Motown sound, and was also instrumental in disassembling it. He produced songs for The Velvelettes, The Marvelettes, Kim Weston, The Temptations, Gladys Knight & The Pips, Edwin Starr, Rare Earth, The Undisputed Truth, Yvonne Fair, and Rose Royce. He had a large afro. He was cool.


Sunday, December 23, 2007

Cybill

The night after we got back from Richmond -- I was looking for an apartment, of which I may say more later -- my parents' oldest dog, Cybill, went into a seizure, unable to move, gasping for breath. We had to have her put to sleep. The vet said that it might have been cancer, but even earlier that day she had been playing with the other two dogs. So while her arthritis was always a problem, it seems that what finally did her in came pretty suddenly.

Twelve years old is pretty good for a lab. I'm very grateful that we were here when it happened, so that she didn't have to endure pain for too long. And the fact that she was in such pain made it easier to accept the decision to put her to sleep. But it still hurts. What hurts more is the way she wagged her tail when I held her and petted her, in spite of the pain she felt. Even on her deathbed, she remained eager to be loved. I don't know how we could have loved her any more than we did.

The other two dogs won't go into my parents' room, where they saw Cybill dying, and they have been trying to find her around the house. They miss her too, which shouldn't surprise me, but it sort of does.

This seems to be a season of change for me.

She was a very good dog.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Kurt Vonnegut

Kurt Vonnegut is dead.





(It's not a comment on the man, it's the image I remember best from Breakfast of Champions.)