Daily, I am posting my favorite song from each EWF Album. It's been torture, selecting only one, but I continue on with Part 3. Be sure to see Part 1 & 2 posts for prior years.
And that's exactly what this song dictates that you do - Groove!
"Side by Side"
Love, Love it! Smooth, in the pocket storytelling.
(post dates out of order. Electric Universe released after Powerlight- my bad.)
1983, Electric Universe
"Could It Be Right"
This was the only selection that I didn't find
challenging because it was the only song from the
album that moved me.
1987, Touch The World
"Hear Today and Gone Tomorrow"
Sho nuff sophisticated soul. Top 10 favorite EWF
ballad. Phillip slayed it!
"I'm In Love"
Of the songs on this album, this one captured the essence of EWF
Chapter 19, The Showdown is an explosive chapter. Terrence, one of the main characters, becomes fighting mad. Perhaps if Dre had positive influence in his life back then, he would have known better...done better.
Chapter 19 excerpt:
Like thunder out of nowhere, in stormed Terrence. “Y’all need to give me a minute alone with Traci. I’ve got some things to say before I clear my shit outta here.” His face was tight, lips were clenched and his fidgeting body promised a ticking time bomb.
“Boy, have you lost your mind?! When you walk into a room, you greet people, especially your parents. I don’t give a damn how many World Series you win or how mad you may be, don’t you cuss in the presence of your parents or the Grants.”
“Mama, I ain’t got time for all that.”
She pulled him aside. “Terrence, don’t live to regret this night. You ain’t no saint.”
Terrence was too mad. He couldn’t find words so he momentarily lapsed silent.
Esther continued. ”What you do and say here tonight could affect the rest of your life. Act like you got some sense, you hear me?”
“I hear you, Mama.” The rage was contained, but it was obvious that at some point, he would blow.
“Frank, let’s go. We need to give them some time alone.” She hugged Karen and John. “We’ll talk later.”
“Ok, girl, we’ll be right behind you.”
“What!?” John exclaimed. “I ain’t leaving Traci with that boy! He’s not thinking straight!”
Esther comforted, “I didn’t raise no fool. Let ‘em talk, John.”
“Come on, honey, it will be ok. Right, Terrence?” Karen insisted.
The anger muted him. Instead, he gave her a confirming half-nod.
John beckoned him to the door and leaned over speaking closely to his ear, in a near whisper, but with directness. “Terrence, you listen to me. I know you’re mad. I know you’re hurt. But lay hands on my baby and I will have to kill you. Talk it out. Just don’t put your hands on her.” John lowered his head and raised a brow. “We good?”
Terrence wanted to tell him to shut the fuck up, but he bit his tongue. “I understand, sir. I’m not going to touch her. I just need to clear the air, get my stuff and get the hell up outta here. That’s all!”
“Ok. I’m taking you at your word.” Tears were welling in Terrence’s eyes. “Go on now, talk to her. Talk!” John extended his hand, which Terrence shook in agreement.
Daily, I am posting my favorite song from each EWF Album. It's been torture, selecting only one, but I continue on with Part 2. Be sure to see
Part 1 post for prior years.
"New World Symphony"
The musicianship, the arrangement...genius. (Not too far behind, Africano) Best Live Album in History
Phillip, oh-my-goodness! Also, one of my favorite album covers
1977, All 'n All
Perhaps my favorite of them all, including the album cover Maurice had me from the start - "Would you mind, if I touched, if I kissed . . ."
1979, I am
"After The Love Is Gone"
Beautiful song, featured in "Turn Two" (see EWF Post dated 8/15/16)
"You Went Away"
Again, Phillip brings it on this song. Really BRINGS IT!
Daily, I am posting my favorite song from each EWF Album. It's torture, selecting only one, but here goes...
1971 Debut Album, Earth, Wind & Fire
"Love is Life"
1971, The Need for Love
"I Think About Loving You"
1973, Head To The Sky
"Head To The Sky" (Evil & The World's A Masquerade move me too!)
1974, Open Our Eyes
"Open Our Eyes" (Kalimba & Mighty Mighty not too far behind)
1975, That's The Way Of The World
"That's The Way of The World" (All About Love, Reasons, Africano, all right there in the mix). This is arguably the greatest album of ALL TIME!
You arrive at the ballpark, hoping for that moment. You know the one….that brings you to your feet with great anticipation after the crack. As the ball rises from the bat of your favorite player, so do you, hoping that it leaves the park. With eyeballs rolling up and head turning in direction of the ball, euphoria starts to sink in when it’s no longer visible. You jump up and down, screaming and shouting, as if it was your kid who caused the jubilant frenzy.
Video by Suzi Eslick
Turn Two Excerpt:
He wagged his bat over his shoulder, in anticipation of the pitcher’s final assault. With the eye of a tiger, Terrence tracked the wicked curve ball all the way to the sweet spot of his Louisville Slugger. The pop upon contact reverberated around the stadium. After liftoff, the ball seemed to shift into overdrive mid-field before fading into the park lights and landing in row M of the bleachers. “He ripped the leather off of the ball!” exclaimed the announcer. “A home run!”
Let’s talk music this time. Turn Two makes mention of a few songs that in some way impacted my life. Anyone who knows me can you tell you that I am the ultimate Earth Wind & Fire fan. Back in the 70’s, it seemed to me that I was the only teen who understood how far superior their music and message was compared to other artists.
I think it all started from a crate that the young man I dated and later married stored in the garage. It was usually planted next to the amplifier for his bass guitar. He dug the bottom that Verdine dropped on Devotion. That song was originally from the Open Our Eyes album. The spiritual vibe in Maurice’s voice, the music and the message in that title track took hold of my soul.
I was first introduced to the best falsetto ever when I heard Phillip sing “Where Have All the Flowers Gone.” I thought wow, this dude is smooth and has some serious range.
My passion for their music runs deep. Some of you reading this blog may have never heard songs like Masquerade, You Went Away, You and I, etc. etc., etc. Lord knows, I could go on forever.
So, I sit down and write a book, a romance novel about losing the one you love. You know it - in there somewhere had to be . . . .
“Tight lipped and silent, Terrence drove home. Images of Traci flashed across his mind. Her butt in that tight dress filled the windshield of his Range Rover, as did Rondell’s large hands on her. He was furious. He had not heard a word Laylah said, but Earth, Wind & Fire’s “After The Love is Gone” suddenly registered in his brain. Quickly, he turned off the radio.”
I love baseball. I grew up a Dodgers fan. On many warm summer nights, my grandfather would sit on the red painted front porch listening to games from his transistor radio, greeting neighbors as they strolled by. Occasionally, one of them would inquire about the score. Often times, I was pulled to the porch steps by a voice that vividly described the game and made it exciting, even for a young girl.
Some years later, I met this young man who too loved the game. Our date nights were usually spent at Dodger stadium. I was so thrilled to finally see Vin Scully in person, the man behind those captivating descriptions of play. We’d usually sit in the loge section, third base side. Like many other fans, I would toss bubblegum down to Dusty.
I wanted so badly to bring my grandfather to a game, but his health wouldn’t permit him the treat. On the rare occasion that my boyfriend caught a foul ball, I was ecstatic because that meant I could bring a piece of the game home to him.
Several years later my boyfriend and I married. We now enjoy watching our son play professional baseball. I wish my grandfather was still here, sitting in the stands with us...he would be proud.
Here’s an excerpt from Turn Two:
The crowd rose in unison as Terrence left the on deck circle and approached the plate. He took his stance and settled in to receive the pitch. “Strike one!” shouted the umpire. The crowd cheered. Silently fuming, Terrence backed out of the box, shaking his head and tapping his cleats with the bat. He had just missed the opportunity at a fastball right down the middle - although he had no plans of swinging at the first pitch. His strategy going in was to see as many pitches as possible from the tiring warrior. Then, as the signal from the catcher appeared cross, the catcher called time and strolled to the mound to resolve the confusion. Terrence took the opportunity to back out of the box and refocus.
Now with a mean lean, left hand behind his back, the King of the Hill glowered at Terrence, as if he was prey. The long stare down this time resulted in Terrence signaling for time. He stepped out and took a couple of swings.
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"Now, this is also in particular for the black women, in particular, who have spent their lifetimes dedicated to nurturing everyone before themselves. We can, and will, do better for you."
Jesse Williams, BET Awards 6/26/16
That profound statement immediately took me to an excerpt from Turn Two and the character Cameron McFarland . . .
"I . . . embrace my African heritage, as I wish my fellow successful brothers would. Some, not all,” he clarified, “feel validated by a white woman on their arm. Pure ignorance! If they were educated in that respect, they would understand and appreciate the beauty and strength of black women who for too long have been devalued by mainstream society. For me, personally, I desire a mate who reflects the image of my own people. I want to unify, not divide. There is strength in unity."
Tina Denise was born and raised in Southern California. She is married and has two wonderful children, a son who is a professional athlete and an academically talented daughter. She has enjoyed a long career in commercial real estate and is an avid sports enthusiast, both which serve as the backdrop for her debut novel.