Occupation: Singer-Songwriter Birth: March 18, 1941 Death: January 19, 2006
Soul ain't nothing but a feeling..
Berry Gordy believed in owning the artist for life and controlling everything: the money, the station wagons, everything..
I'd start to sing, and the record would start skipping. You'd be skipping along with it. Those were the days, my friend. We'd look so stupid, but theā¦.
I'm going to wait til the midnight hour, that's when my love begins to shine..
I used to always have a pretty high, little clear voice, but as I got older, I got a little cornbread in it..
Put your hands on your hip, let your back bone slip. Do the Watusi, like my little Lucy..
First you harmonize, then you customize..