#841: the main ingredient - everybody plays the fool (1972)
not all songs delivered to suicidally-morose cuckolds are textured, but this one’s textured. it is satin. no, it’s mohair. no, it isn’t even mohair, it’s mustache. shampooed and conditioned mustache.
There’s the observation that every decade extends slightly into the next, in the way that the way the ’80s didn’t really quit until 1991. I suppose that’s why I always thought this was a ’60s song, though I should have known better—the instrumental is Delfonics-esque, the sort of ’70s groove that is both spangled and reptile. I think it’s because Cuba Gooding, Sr.’s voice is the exact kind of Motown crystalline.
