Yep. On the way in this morning, I turned on the radio in the car (of course) and heard Ben Harper covering Marvin Gaye’s Sexual Healing. Before I go on, I have to say that Marvin Gaye IS sexy soul. Barry White can provide the heat, but Marvin Gaye will definately “get your groove on”. Only the boldest would even attempt to cover a Marvin Gaye song.
[tangent] In the movie “High Fidelity” Jack Black’s band *Kathleen Turner Overdrive *does a nice version of Let’s Get It On. [/tangent]
Back to Ben Harper. It’s a live track off of his new album and, while not better than Marvin Gaye, is wonderful.
Baaaaybeeeeeee, I got sick this morniiiiiin’
So, I’m driving down Rt. 301 only semi-aware that I’m doing the squinty-eyed Stevie Wonder head weave. Deep in a groove.
*A see is stormin’ inside of me *
Sunroof open and radio blaring. Wind in my hair (what’s left of it) and soul in my ears.
Then it happened.
A spark of soul kindled a warmth in my loins.
You’re so great. I can’t wait for you to operate.
It grew to a fire.
Wake up, wake up, wake up. Let’s make love tonight.
Raging fire.
*Get up, get up, get up. 'Cause you do it right. *
Now my mind begins to wander. I shouldn’t be doing this at 70 m/hr. Just what is the feasibility of me turning around and heading home to where the lovely Mrs. Spritle lies in bed, with the windows open and a gentle breeze lifting sheer curtains?
Baaaaaaybeeeeee, I can’t wait much longer.
I don’t have any meetings, it’s only 6:45 am and the boss doesn’t get in until 8:30. Time is not an issue.
This feeling’s getting stronger inside of me.
This is quite possible.
When I get this feeling, I want sexual healing.
That’s it; I’m turning around at the next light.
Sexual healing. It’s something that’s good for me.
Wait!!! <sound of record needle scratching>
When I left home a few minutes, the lovely Mrs. Spritle was awake and groaning about how she needed to get the last 30 minutes of sleep before Baby Spritle wakes up. A peek at the watch shows that if I turned the car around right now I could make it home and have about 6 minutes before the baby wakes up, provided he wakes up at 7:00 exactly (ha). While this would be more than enough time for me, it doesn’t really fit with the expectations set up by Marvin Gaye/Ben Harper. Besides, being “interrupted” by a baby crying is so not what the song suggests.
So, I drive to work and sit here, all hot and bothered. I’ll probably buy the album, though.