Ever since H-Town said “listening to some Marvin Gaye all night long,” the legacy of Marvin Gaye’s music has been somewhat commercialized in ways that disgust me. “Let’s Get It On,” “I Heard It Through The Grapevine,” even “What’s Going On” a song that has never not been fitting for the times when it is played; all of these fantastic songs are no longer such. I mean, they’re still good, but tolerable? It’s honestly gotten to the point where I hear them and I don’t even listen to 30 seconds, I skip right along to the next song.
But this is not the case for the majority of Marvin’s catalog. Die-hard Marvin fans know Gaye was more than just some bedroom Lothario who was all about getting panties thrown at him. I mean, that was the life he lived, but I’m saying, his music went much deeper, and ran a gamut of emotions. For my money, his best moments on record aren’t about lust or even love, but rather, love lost.