I must say I don't actually go around thinking about Marvin Gaye, but I'm familiar with a lot of his music and am a fan of Distant Lover and some of his work with Tammi Terrell. I like to know who wrote, who produced, where the inspiration came from, and it was all there. Ruth knew to get out of the way. Not a single voice, but many voices—the Marvin Gaye signature self-styled harmonies, Marvin singing in falsetto, moaning low and soaring high, Marvin shadowing himself, echoing sounds—sweet lush sounds—emanating from his darkest, deepest soul. At 14, Jan was finally allowed to move in with her mother. I was told—and I believed—that I could become a professional entertainer. There wasn't anything wrong with the book, but there was certainly a lot wrong with the people in it.
After her seventeenth birthday in 1973, Janis Hunter met Marvin Gaye--the soulful prince of Motown with the seductive liquid voice whose chart-topping, socially conscious album What's Going On made him a superstar two years earlier. On one song he's pleading for a woman to stay, he whispers to her in French, he calls her incredible, and in the next breath he calls her a bitch. Marvin has come crashing down to earth - he was just a man, a troubled one, and this is the story of a troubled relationship fraught with drug abuse, mental illness and tumultuous highs and lows. Most important, this is also a story of a woman courageously sharing her voice, her story. She lived a foster home with the woman who ran the place, Ruth Williams, known to the children as Mama Ruth, and she answered to no one. One moment Jan was studying high school history; the next she was accompanying Marvin to parties with other pop stars, lounging with Don Cornelius on the set of Soul Train, and helping to discover new talent like Frankie Beverly.
Silent since Marvin's tragic death in 1984, Jan at last opens up, sharing the moving, erotically charged story of one of music history's most fabled marriages. I heard his voice before I saw his face. It comes as no surprise that their age difference took on a father-figure relationship, This was a very honest and detailed story about the legendary Marvin Gaye from the perspective of his widow, Jan Gaye. I could see that she was as excited to meet him as I was. Her inexperience led her to forego her education, move in with Marvin and in the name of love, abandon any pursuit of marketable skills while becoming financially dependent on a free spending addict.
Berry Gordy, the founder of Motown, had taught him the art of pitting artist against artist, producer against producer, and woman against woman. But as their relationship progressed Jan was quickly learning that not only was Marvin tormented with deep-seated insecurities, he was also a man who believed that to create great art one must suffer. While it's refreshing,as well as candid and honest. It's not my cup of tea but it's an extremely interesting story that I can see a huge audience for. I was told that I had good hair. Other Titles: My life with Marvin Gaye Responsibility: by Jan Gaye with David Ritz. The raw storytelling, full of secrets kept until now, makes this book a treasure.
Months earlier, looking at the cover photo of Trouble Man, Destiny and I decided he was hands down the sexiest creature alive. Janis has been a very bad girl. It is her deeply personal confession of the adoration, confusion and regret that she felt as a result of falling up to her eyeballs in love with one of the most creative figures of the twentieth century. True, Earl was a big-time coke dealer; and true, he once went to jail for killing a man. But a part of me wishes I did not read it. When I asked my mother to take me out of the home, she refused.
Their relationship was loving, yet volatile and definitely drug-filled. I thought by this stage in her life she would have offered a lot more insight into why their relationship was so dysfunctional and what she learned from it. This book was very interesting. Not every entertainer is possessed of these demons, but those that are tend to destroy themselves, and everyone else who who touches their lives and chooses to love them. I felt the touch of his skin. This woman says she met Marvin Gaye when she was still in high school, started a torrid affair with him, and eventually married him. I would study pictures of him.
She never came right out and said that, but there were a number of times she mentioned her long curly hair and freckled fair skin. Save your money and just read the articles that come up in a Google search. But the burdens of fame, the chaos of dysfunctional families, and the irresistible temptations of drugs complicated their love. Now I'm off to read Ritz's book on Marvin. I had met the love of my life. A riveting cautionary tale about the ecstasy and dangers of loving Marvin Gaye, a performer passionately pursued by all? I wanted to have the name of Earl Hunter, the man my mom had married and the warm and loving soul whom I adored.
I was full breasted—a perfect 36C—and, at five feet eight, had begun, in spite of my posture problems, to walk with a determined gait. The two fell in love at first sight, despite the fact that he was married and over twice her age. This is a story of a fan-girl that married her idol. Both of them dealt with almost the same demons and both of them caused the other more harm than good. I understand it much more clearly now. And it lives up to the hype. One moment Jan was a high school student, the next she was Marvin's soulmate.