Sunday, 26 June 2011

Golden Cratedigger Albumtip: Ray Charles - Through the eyes of love

Elke zondag trek ik een LP uit mijn platenkast. Een plaat die nooit meer uit mijn leven mag. Deze plaat heeft mijn ziel van begin tot eind geraakt. Vooral de tekst A perfect love was en is raak. Een plaat die jij gewoon blind kan kopen op Itunes. Ken je klassiekers. Deze week dus de Golden Cratedigger Albumtip: Through the eyes of love van Ray Charles uit 1972.

Every sunday one Golden Cratedigger Albumtip on Earbiter that needs your attention. Only the past helps you to put the new stuff into perspective. This week: Through the eyes of love - Ray Charles (1972).

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Get to know Ray Charles Robinson (September 23, 1930 – June 10, 2004):

I was born with music inside me. That's the only explanation I know of, since none of my relatives could sing or play an instrument. Music was one of my parts. Like my ribs, my kidneys, my liver, my heart. Like my blood. It was a force already within me when I arrived on the scene. It was a necessity for me — like food or water.

I know that men ain't supposed to cry, but I think that's wrong. Crying's always been a way for me to get things out which are buried deep, deep down. When I sing, I often cry. Crying is feeling, and feeling is being human.

Affluence separates people. Poverty knits 'em together. You got some sugar and I don't; I borrow some of yours. Next month you might not have any flour; well, I'll give you some of mine. That's how my band made it. We swam through a lot of shit together, we swallowed a lot of pride, but we managed to do what we needed to do.

Women anchor me. They're there when I need them. They're sensitive to me, and I'm sensitive to them. I'm not saying I've loved that many women. Love is a special word, and I use it only when I mean it. You say the word too much and it becomes cheap. But sex is something else. I'm not sure that there can ever be too much sex. To me, it's another one of our daily requirements — like eating. If I go twenty-four hours without it, I get hungry. Sex needs to be open and fun, free and happy. It's whatever you make it, and I try my hardest to create situations where me and my woman can enjoy ourselves — all of ourselves — without our inhibitions getting in the way. You got to set your mind right and the rest will come to you naturally. No restrictions, no hang-ups, no stupid rules, no formalities, no forbidden fruit — just everyone getting and giving as much as he and she can.

Music is nothing separate from me. It is me. I can't retire from music any more than I can retire from my liver. You'd have to remove the music from me surgically — like you were taking out my appendix.

Ray Charles is the only genius in our business - Frank Sinatra, as quoted in LIFE magazine (July 1966).

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