Why be cotton, when you can be leather?

I bought this record about a week after I got my record player. It was a no brainer. You can never really go wrong with Marvin Gaye. Plus, I loved the title track and figured that it’s probably a staple in every Soul fan’s collection. Now, I usually listen to records A-Side first and so on. I don’t know if it was because I was blowed, in a rush or just trying to change the game up, but I put the B-Side on first. From the first “aaaahhh, aaaahhh” to that resounding “GIRL!” he hits at the song’s opening, I was immediately in LOVE with this track.  I’m glad my blinds were closed, because I was shimmying all over my hardwood floors like someone’s Grand Auntie. I had heard Marvin Gaye tracks before, but none had ever drawn me in like “Come Get to This.” This track is full of classic seduction. It’s sexy swing makes you want to strip your man down. It’s old school and funky yet it still maintains a youthful presence from start to finish. Plus those damn BONGOS remind you that your about to have a funky good time! Listen:

To compensate for the lack of depth in today’s R&B music sometimes you gotta take it back and down a couple notches. Plus most of us are too old to be listening to most of that shit anyways.  If you can get your hands on a record player, either at a flea market, music store, or pawn shop, you open yourself to the infinite world that is digging. There’s so much good music out there that would take you a lifetime to find every classic. The less you know about music, the better. That means every record is something new. I dont know what it is, but there’s a feeling that I get from old music that I haven’t felt from music since like 2001. A great record to start your record collection with is Patrice Rushen’s Straight From the Heart. This cover is forever fly!

Straight from The Heart  is the home of hit’s Forget Me Nots:

I’m sorry but Sweet Percy isn’t fucking with Marvin Sease.

I was first introduced to Marvin Sease when I was about 10 years old. My older sister was best friends with our next door neighbor, LaShanna. When my mom would go to work at night, thats when shit would really pop off. LaShanna’s house was much more fun than ours. There was always people in and out of the house drinking and carrying on. For me, The main event was LaShanna’s mother, Samantha aka Manthy, who had a penchant for the finest of 40ozs. I always knew Manthy was in a good mood when I heard this song blasting throughout their apartment:

It usually meant that her fiancé Robert had brought her something and was about to get some. I would watch Manthy sashay down the stairs getting ready to seduce him, pantomining this song in drunken perfection.

For years, I never knew the name of the artist and only speculated the name of the song. One day, when I was trying make a random mix cd of songs that reminded me of when I was a kid, I decided to do some research. With the help of Google and some quotation marks, I had finally found Marvin Sease.

After one fine visit to Amoeba in Berkeley, I stumbled upon his self titled album, Marvin Sease. I listened to the record and was pleased to find out that Marvin’s ghetto genius extended past that one song. As the T-pain of his time, Marvin Sease wrote songs for the average ghetto man; best seen in songs like “Ghetto Man”

and “Candy Licker” (10:01 long) (if your at work, time to go into headphone mode).