I was listening to "Just My Imagination" the other night. To think there used to be a country where they made music like that.

Eddie's falsetto is right up there with the young Sinatra's voice, and Tony Bennett's. These guys (and others, including many gals) showed a side of us of which I'm proud.

I think the most brilliant part of that song is the way it goes on longer than you'd expect during the bridge. From the early lines listed below the bridge could have been over - it had all ready gone on for a while. But then, it just extends 3 or 4 more lines past the natural ending point and that is just stupifyingly brilliant. Especially since it imitates a nice daydream that he eventually comes out of:
Her Love is heavenly
When her arms enfold me,
I hear a tender rapsody
But in reality
She doesn't even know me

The Temps were so good it was sick.

That was the last remnant of the sweet Eddie Kendricks sound for the Temps. I believe David Ruffin had already left, and Eddie was about to. The group was getting pushed into "relevance" with "Papa Was a Rolling Stone," etc., but they got one last one in from the old school, and so-o-o-o good. It's such a dreamy vibe.

The bridge you're talking about starts with Paul Williams, who never got much of a spotlight, croaking "Every night on my knees, I pray." What a line, and what a statement: that the group was still an ensemble, even though this was obviously Eddie's song all the way.

Wasn't that OTIS Williams?

Sorry, it was PAUL - I was thinking of the short songwriter. Otis was the glue.

well, the music sure is happy. at times. its deceptively simple as well.

but the times? its hard for me to think of motown artists in the 60's without thinking of segregation. that they had to stay in second class hotels, that they could only play the "chitlin circuit", and so on...

thinking of 60's motown reminds me how the world has gotten BETTER, not worse.

Nice pre-9/11-mindset music.