Feb 20, 2008

"Tonight is (again) the Night "

(Rerun alert: I noticed the other night that some lost soul from Germany had found my post of Betty Wright, and I figure that's good enough reason to resurrect it.
I mean, German Betty Wright fans? The very idea is just too wonderful. Besides I'm coming off of an eleven hour work day, I'm tired, and, hey, a little Betty would do us all some good.)



This is one of the few songs I've practically memorized from childhood.
Betty Wright is the queen of the dirty song, but this is one of her most poetic.
I think it's beautiful, one of my favorites.

Funny to think that I was listening to this as a child, humming along as it burned itself into my cortex....sitting up in the front of the school bus, chatting with the bus driver.

Mr Savage and I had struck up an odd friendship, based upon our love of soul. We middle aged black folk recognize each other, regardless of the form we sometimes take....like, say, a 9 year old white boy or a grizzled 40 year old father of three with an eye for the ladies.

While the kids in the back screamed for him to "change the channel!" we chatted.
They sulked in the back, desperate to listen to
some god-awful "white music."

He wasn't having it. It stayed firmly on WYLD.

This was his god-damned bus.
Dammit.

The bus ride always seemed to take longer than it should. We always seemed to be stopping at houses all over the westbank for brief periods of time.
Every morning he'd get off the bus for a short while and rush back in and off we'd go, but I never minded.
More time for Betty Wright.

A few years later, of course, Mr Savage was arrested for dealing drugs (which he was doing with us on the bus every morning on our way to grammar school), but he'll always hold a special place in my heart.

This one is for him.

8 comments:

Hayward said...

Your previous Betty Wright post is the first entry of your blog that I read some time ago when Robin forwarded the link to me. I love this song also. Later that week we were all out at Hound Dogs listening to the jukebox and I played this song. Looking across the room, everyone was slowly swaying in their seats to the beat and many singing. Of course we were in a bar. But still that's the kind of music that relates the most unlikely people to each other. Thanks for reposting.

Miss Janey said...

Dang. A brother's gotta make a livin'. What wrong with sellin' a little weed out of the school bus?

"Just David!" said...

i loved listening to WYLD when i was a kid and older...

jason said...

Swaying in their seats, you say?
I'd have loved to have seen that...

Of course, the temptation to sing, "Tonight's the night, that you make me a woman..." would have been dangerously strong for me, I'm afraid.

citizen jane said...

"We middle aged black folk recognize each other, regardless of the form we sometimes take....like, say, a 9 year old white boy or a grizzled 40 year old father of three with an eye for the ladies."

This is the greatest thing I've read today. Fantastic.

Here's to Mr. Savage, wherever he might be.

jason said...

thanks, CJ!

Frontier Psychiatrist said...

Tracy, our souls are black, though our skin is white.

jason said...

Yes, Link. You're right.