until you live it . . it ain't lovin' until you give it . . ahh, those words, that melody, the tempo which gets me through those minutes on the treadmill or the elliptical machine. I love his energy . . . Barry White exuded raw and unfettered energy, in every way, even his ballads. Why I do believe most of his arrangements lengthened a song which might have only been 2 minutes in duration to about 20 minutes! He wasn't shy about filling his listeners up with emotion and then taking his sweet old time to wring it back out of them . . . exhausting their emotions until they are spent. It's his process . . . he gave all, but in that process, he takes all too . . . you sway, you rock, you move, you sing, you hum, you slap your hands to the tempo . . . you are carried away with the rhythms, until you are spent.
What a tremendous gift Barry White gave us all . . . the endless array of arrangements and songs, each grasped by some recording artist, or producer or television production company to be used as a signature piece. Listen to all the places BW's music pops up, in the least likely places . . . I even found his songs as recordings inside chocolate candy heart boxes this last Valentine's Day. His reach is enormous, his expanse unrivaled. There are snippets and blips on the "radar
screen" of life everywhere from BW's influence in the musical world.
Take some time to feel your groove . . Cheryl
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