[Songs My Son Should Know] Smokey Robinson & The Miracles | Tracks of My Tears

I can tell now that Enzo can be a bit suspicious of things that might suck.  Its getting harder to fool him with things like inert plush toys and lullabies, even ones that emulate a higher depth of sound, like Radiohead or The Beatles.  He's getting waaay more into blue note -- maybe even more so than he was into Kanye when he was, like a month old and wanting to throw his diamond in the sky.

I'm enjoying the very wide time arch that his little auditory sensors are trending towards.  He has absolutely no idea that Miles Davis and Bon Iver are like 5 decades apart in terms of career climaxes, but he appears to appreciate them as if their musically historical relevance are timeless.  Later, he will take the time to understand what impact each of these tunes has in relation to their of their individual genres, music as an art, and society as a culture. 

But until then, I'd like to keep his pendulum of music swinging from time period to time period, so that he may one day understand the stones that were laid by the last generation (and, by extension, this generation) of artists in relation to what he will enjoy on his own ...  in 2031.

This entry is an homage to his half-Michigan lineage -- a musical ancestry as important as his half-Texas heredity with Willie, Spoon, ACL, and SXSW.

This is the dappest man in Motown since 1955: Smokey Robinson and his Miracles.

Pound-for-pound, Smokey Robinson is the undisputed champion of soul.  And Enzo should know that any inventory of Robinson in any jukebox in his immediate vicinity is an investment worth making.

His music is both uplifting and debilitating at the same time.  The man could break up with the world in a text message and we would offer to refund his bill.  Its sweet music with a sledgehammer objective; The Tracks of My Tears being the most enigmatic in a slew of marrow.

At any point in his life, Enzo will need something to hard-swallow in a time of stripped emotions, and then something for the recovery immediately following.  Like a shot of whiskey, this will serve as both.  On a jukebox, in a bar.