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First Zackery Tims …and now Nicholas Ashford.
Oh, I know… I know that Nick was not known for writing and singing gospel music. But no one can deny that he did come from a strong gospel background… that sometimes even managed to show up in his song writing and way of singing.
And what songs they were. He was gifted… and what he didn’t have …his partner and later to become his wife… Valerie Simpson had. Together they wrote some of Motow’s best known music. Songs like ‘Ain’t No Moutain High Enough,’ ‘It Takes Two,’ ‘Reach Out and Touch Somebody’s Hand’ ….just to name a few. And I do mean just a few… because their list does indeed truly go on and on.
For a while Val and Nick could be caught holding down the evening drive-time radio slot at WBLS,in New York City. In fact, 1 afternoon I decided to drop by BLS with the hope of getting in to see Vinny Brown, an old friend and co-worker who at the time was the Program Director for the station. While waiting …to my unexpected surprise as I happened to look up… standing before me were 2 people I would have had to be totally blind to not to have recognized from the very moment my eyes came up on them.
“Val and Nick,” I heard myself say… as my head jerked back slightly in surprise.
It just kind of eased out of my mouth… I hadn’t realized they were handling BLS’s on-air drive-time shift at that time. So, I was really surprised to look up and see them, standing right there before me… close enough for me to just reach out and touch them. Nick slightly smiled at me… while Val kind of looked off.
From the time I hit college Nick and Valerie had been busy in recording studios. So, I had looked at and played just about every album of their’s. Definitely a sign of the time… because most of the kids don’t even know what an album was …or a 45 for that matter. But yes …I had played Val and Nick for many years. And it didn’t hurt for me to be a big fan either… which meant as often as I could I would sneak them in on my music lists rotations.
As the years went on I didn’t have to continue to ease… I just played them… back to back …or however I wanted. Them and Phyllis Hyman… Donnie and Roberta… Friends of Distiction… Dells… Roy Ayres… George Duke… and whoever else I wanted to program. Including Motown’s Temptations, Gladys Knight and the Pips, Stevie Wonder, Marvin Gaye… and just so much good music… The kids don’t even have a clue… they have nothing like it today.
Nobody writes good music any more… they don’t even know what it is to have anything called ‘good lyrics.’ They… the kids are too busy buying beats. A lot of which are stolen from times gone… times that music like that during which Val and Nick came from …and wrote during.
Though they …Val and Nick had long since turned their attention to other things …such as going into the restaurant business… New York’s Sugarbar and I forget what their first restaurant was called …it had been on 22nd Street also in Manhattan.
And whenever traveling home on I-95… as I passed Stamford, CT… my mind would always run across them, as I knew that for a while at least they had made their home in Connecticut.
Having their number I called them once while seeking investors for 1 of my feature film projects. Though I failed to reach them initially… you will never know to my surprise… how thrill I was to receive a call back from them concerning the message that I had left. Val told me that they were just getting ready to open up another restaurant… which was to become the Sugarbar. So, they couldn’t afford to do it at the time. She appologized and told me maybe the next time.
I hung up not at all feeling let down. All I could think was… wasn’t that nice for them to take the time to call me back?
This is my all time favorite song by Valerie Simpson and Nicholas Ashford.
While living in Chicago… Millie J… used to visit a friend of mine by the name of
Jean… who was Tyrone Davis’ sister. Millie had come to town to perform and while talking with Jean… I overheard her say-
“While I was coming through the airport guess who I came across? These two people walking around holding hands. I didn’t even have to look twice. I knew right off it was nobody but Nick and Val.”
They had that something special… kind of like what Michelle and Obama have. A total appreciation for each other… and a desire to always be in touch with one another… as though they cannot do or bear to be without each other.
Just a few seconds ago, a friend of mine informed me that Nick had dealt with sustance abuse. Never knew that …or ever heard that. So, I don’t know for sure. I have not seen him or Val for years now. But I know their music anywhere or anyhow I hear it.
Personally, I cannot imagine Val without Nick. She loved him… and held on to him. And he loved her… and held onto her. And together they held on to each other …a profoundly good example of 2 people who truly walked in love with one another. I certainly pray her strenght in the Lord… and that of their children and other family members.
I had heard his testimony. And what an awesome testimony he had had regarding how God had saved and pulled him out of a messed up life of drug addiction… and having come from a home where nobody knew the Lord. How God had put someone in his path that gave him an invitation… and 1 day for whatever reason Zackery Tims, some 8 or so years ago… called a man on his job who had invited him to come and go to church with him. And that night he got saved… and his life was forever changed.
A megachurch Pastor having a congregation of more than 4,000 members in the Orlando, FL area… on this past Wednesday, Pastor Zackery Tims was found dead on the floor of his Time Square hotel room. The first information said… heart attack. But later information started circulating… that a white powder sustance… cocaine had been found on him.
I had long ago stopped watching him … or some reason or other. I cannot remember why… but it always seems to me that as you watch some of these television evangelists… you like them in the beginning, but then they begin to shift. And everything about them and what they are preaching changes.
I cannot say that about Pastor Tims… because I cannot remember what prompted me to stop watching his program. And it might not have had been anything with him… but a time conflict between the show schedule and my schedule.
His eyes lately were watery or shiney… glossy I guess you could say… whenever I would happen to catch the tailend or some part of his show. And I am not just saying that because I am hoping that after the autopsy is finally released… it will show any drugs in his system. Because I am not… if anything quite the opposite.
I would hate to think that he would have been drawn back… into something that he was blessed enough to have been released from. But when you think back to the events that lead to his divorce… you have to think… Well, maybe.
He was involved with a stripper for a year… that is what the article read. But if it read a year… then it is possible that it was for a longer time than that. While he was engaging in adultry with her… it is very likely that he was also indulging in other things too. And while that relationship may have ended… and who really knows… But if he was drinking or indulging in drugs as well… it is not so likely that he also just stopped abusing either. And do note I said ‘if’… because I don’t know.
I didn’t know him… or much about him except what most of you who also watched the Word Network knew about him. But I was watching the day he leaped upon the top of his pulpit podium to dramatize something he was preaching. I did think that was very odd… and all I could think was-
“That is suppose to be holy. How could he jump up on it?”
But it would seem that not much is still considered to be holy any more in church. I see preachers with baseball caps and hats on in the pulpit… and sweat suits and sneakers. Anything it seems goes today… whatever… however… whenever. My, Lord…
Whatever happened to reverencing the house …and the things of the Lord?
UPDATE: SUNDAY, January 15, 2012…As of New Years Eve this year Pastor Paula White has been chosen the Board of Regents of New Destiny Christian Center. And it would seem that since the autopsy done on the body of Pastor Tims was never released to the public…that drugs had indeed been found in the blood system of the late Pastor Zackary Tims.
With the announcement of Paula White becoming the chosen replacement… Well, it did not seem to sit right with Pastor Tims ex-wife. Tims’ ex-wife claims that Tims’ and her children are being robbed of their inheritance. You can read more on that by CLICKING the LINK below.
Since I am on the subject of Pastors… and since I did write a blog on it. Let me just note here that I read somewhere… or heard it… that Bishop Eddie Long quietly settled his cases with the young men who had filed law suits against him, for supposedly taking sexual advantage of them while they were under his religious leadership as young teenaged boys.
The settlement is said to have been $15 million total going out to the young men in question.
Visiting with a niece and enjoying myself. Can’t you tell?
I have so much time on my hands that I decided to take some of it to write this blog. I rarely have much time these days. I am on assignment… and must pick up my pace. I have to stay busy in the things of the Lord. And at the end of the day… I just want to be ready when He comes.
And for as long as I can remember that has not changed.
I still love this picture… It is sooooo refreshing looking.
Speaking of which… while talking with a cousin this evening… she told me that they were buckling down for a bad storm that they… the insurance claims agents of the company she works for …are being prep for if it should hit us this week on the east coast.
Better get out and pick up a few things for just in case. And no need to wait until the last minute… do it now since you have gotten some advance info.
One other thing… while here. My niece took me by Dr. Martin L. King’s house and the Center for Non-Violence. Took a picture with a tour guide who informed me that every house on his street was bought by the Federal Government… and the only house on the street that is not owned by the Federal Government on that street is the King house… which is still owned by the King family. But the house is open for tours …which are done on the half-hour.
It was amazing watching the people… black and white touring the grounds of the King’s house and the Center for Non-Violence. And it is all free… parking and everything without any hassles.
Mrs. Coretta Scott King was a very smart woman. A woman who was determined that her husband’s death was not going to be in vain… or forgotten. And I mean she did it… and she didn’t do it half-stepping either.
Well, God bless…
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During the middle of this week, I was out with my son and one of his little friends. As I got into my son’s truck I noticed that she wasn’t her usually jovelle self. I never got a clue until my son said to her over the course of our dinner-
“Oh, don’t start crying.”
To which she responded-
“I can’t help it.”
Shortly thereafter, her cell phoned rang and she answered it. That is when I overheard what the problem was.
She began saying-
“Oooh, boobie. If you take yourself from me…I want be able to hold you. And do for you like I want to…You know how I like to hold you…and yeah cook for you. If you remove yourself I can’t hold you and do that any more.”
I was on the verge of bursting out in laughter because she sounded ridiculous.
In essence, she was begging him to not drop her.
Now, I am not a mean spirited person…but you would’ve had to heard that conversation.
I do not think I could have ever wanted somebody…any humanily body…that bad in my life. Well, maybe I have…
I have been in my share of relationships…but I have never in my life brought myself to begging any one of them to staying with me.
Yes, as hard as it may seem. I have been kicked to the curb more than a few times. And yes, it did hurt. But I never ever begged.
I won’t say that there may have been a time or 2 that I might have liked to have begged. But I didn’t do it.
I have never dropped anybody in my life. But I have been dropped. I do know the pain of being dropped and yet trying to hold on. Believe me…I know it well.
But I never begged.
In my wisdom now…I will tell you this.
Anybody you have to beg to keep is not worth trying to hold on to. And no matter how much you beg…eventually they are going to leave you anyway. So, let them go from the on-set of whatever the situation is and they start telling you it is over. And get on with the mourning process.
Because in the end…you are going to end up mourning it anyways.
So, better to start now rather than later…because you would be just putting it off. And it will certainly be just as painful…if not more.
When somebody wants to leave you…they have their reasons. And unless there is some type of benefit to staying with you…then they’re gone. They may come back for a little while…but sooner or later they will be gone for good.
So, release them and let them go now. Soon enough you will be mourning over the next one.
As I stated in another one of these blogs…I had never been in type of relationship until I was 25 years old. And I have also told you that… I have never dated. Well… any boys… or men. As sometime after becoming 25, I did what they called…‘came out as a lesbian.’
I would say that I never really ‘came-out’ per-se. As my profession wouldn’t let me…that is to say…because I was popular as a radio announcer I never presented myself as being openly gay. Then, of course, there were my parents…and I would have never done anything to embarrassed them. And I did not mind keeping my life to myself…and among my close friends. It was, after all, my life.
I never felt that I had to go around telling everyone what it was that I did in the bedroom…nor I was interested in what other people did in their’s…just as long as it did not involve children.
At any rate, most of my relationships during that period of my life only lasted for about 6 months or under. Once I becamed involved with someone it always seemed to me as though it could not get past 6 months. Finally, one did…because she was determined to be the one to do it. She had told me that on several occasions…that’s how I know. It lasted for all of 9 years…but even then she could only take but so much of me. And finally, she too…kicked me to the curb.
I must say that I did not mind when it happening…but what hurt was how it happened. The relationship had began to turn several years prior…and we had evolved into more or less just being friends. And I could live with that…that is why I didn’t mind that she left…exited my life…and fnally kicked me to the curb.
She was exceedingly beautiful, and perhaps one of the smartest persons I had ever met. She was well read and well versed on every subject…truly. And there was one other thing about her.
She saw in me something that I never saw. And she was always telling me that she saw where I was going to be…and that she was not going to let me embarrassed her once I got there.
So, she was always correcting me…polishing up my speech…reading over my text…pointing out business fawls…and huge personality gafts in me. I must say that without her…I would not be half of what I am today businesswise or otherwise. God took that situation and used it for His good.
But eventually…yes, even she kicked me to curb.
But I never begged.
That relationship had become a bit toxic for me. But as I had never really been in any other long term relationship… and because of my own nature… though I wanted out… I couldn’t say it. So, I’m happy that she ended that relationship for me.
There are just some things perhaps… that I will never be good at. And I think that this is one of them…kicking somebody to the curb.
I can take it…but I don’t think that I could ever dish it out. But nobody better test me on it…because I am not all that forgiving.
Some people, however, are masters at it. But not me.
But thank goodness when it is over…and you have finally gotten over it. As a rule my mourning process…was always for a 2 year period. And many times at the end, I found myself wondering what it was that I had seen in that person in the first place. Except for, of course, the person with whom I was with for 9 years.
Yes, I got over it. Which is usually done by finding someone else.
Isn’t that always the way?
It can really speed up that process.
You lament somebody…until you find somebody new.
I have found…that through those years…having always been the one who was kicked to the curb. I have found…that usually when I got over it…I was over it. I do not look back…but there had been some laments. But It was not on my part.
Time does it, I think. People often have a tendency to look back and wish they hadn’t done something.
So, move on.
Forget about Boobie.
Can anyone you’ve given such a horrid nickname to really be that good?
I think not. And certainly not enough worth begging for.
As I listened to that girl…and if you want me to say…young lady…I could not help but be thankful to God…I no longer go through anything like that any more.
God is good.
Well, I just love Obama.
And yes, he was right to fire whomever that was who thought it was a good idea to fly Air Force One into the protected air space over the Statue of Liberty.
Of course, it was going to bring back memories of 9/11.
And yes…people would believe that New York City was again under attack.
How could they not?
That was the exact same air space…which every New Yorker knows is protected air space…that those airplanes flew over that hit the World Trade Center causing the earth to shake…the buildings to fall…people to jump for their lives…dark clouds of heavy smoke, suet and human ashes…amid streets of rumble …bodies… much havoc… and panic.
That day will never be erased from the minds and hearts of every New Yoker. It was one of the most horrible days that I can remember.
It was a day of much confusion and panic… because no one knew exactly what was going on. Many believing that the world was coming to an end…or that someone had declared war upon us…the darkness that fell upon New York that day left an undelible mark across the world…and particularly among those in New York City…and the tri-state area that will never be removed throughout the history of this country.
And all for a photo op?
That person had to be insane.
I am happy that Obama is letting those who work for him…know that he is no joke. And that he is going to demand from them that they operate as professional and thinking…rational people. And never dare to do anything that might embarrass him.
Got up late today…after 12 noon and do not know what time I finally went to bed…though I laid down thinking I was only going to stretch out for a few minutes. Yes, I am still trying to put the finishing touches on my book, THE BISHOP’S WIFE, and the promo for youtube.
Well, it is getting closer…and closer to that time. And I can’t wait.
And as a final note…please do not let me be anywhere and overhear any conversations of yours. I do not easedrop…and I do not like getting all up into people’s business. I really do not want to be a party to it…but if you are going to sit up around me and put your business all out in the street. I just might formulate an opinion on it.
Well, enjoy your weekend.
And you know something else…after looking at that first picture of the Statue of Liberty…that is not a woman.
Which reminds me of another time my son took me out this past week…with yet another friend of his. For most of time we sat at that table eating…we were debating whether or not our waitress was a man or woman. I had never noticed anything…and had always felt she was a woman.
But it was my son’s friend who began that whole controversy. And at the end finally I had to concede after taking a more indepth study of the person…arms in particular…that yes it was a man. But she was nice anyway…not matter what. And she…well, he did his job well.
Which reminds me of yesterday, while waiting around in the salon…I happened to overhear a conversation between a young girl and I guess…maybe her aunt or somebody related to her.
The girl was probably no more than 10 or 12. She was disclosing to the older person how someone in her class was talking about her…and calling her ‘gay.’
It made me think of that 11 year old boy who had hung himself and it was reported that he had done so because some kids or one of the other boys at his school was doing the exact same thing…calling him ‘gay.’
I think that it is sad…that such burdens are placed upon children today.
Back when I was going to school…kids taunted you by calling you ‘fat’…or ‘scary cat’…or ‘chicken.’
It is a shame that all these sexual labels and stigmatisisms are placed upon them…these children…teens…pre-teens etc… at such early ages…when it is hard enough just trying to go to school and get through your school lessons.
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