A Gaye old time

I'm sitting in my bed, doing everything and anything except what I actually should be doing: going to bed. I'm scrolling through my iTunes. I decide to start listening to Marvin Gaye. My previous explorations of the catalogue of the esteemed Gaye have been limited to "What's Going On," "Mercy Mercy Me (The Ecology)," "Ain't No Mountain High Enough" and "Let's Get It On." In other words, perfect songs. Even the Christmas song "Purple Snowflakes," the only other Gaye song I can remember hearing, is really, really good. I've been reluctant to listen to any more music by Gaye. Although I've heard nothing but good, nay fantastic, things about him, I feel like no other songs can live up to those four errorless numbers. I start listening to What's Going On (the album). I'm not devoting a fair amount of attention to the music. I'm too busy thinking about friends and the seemingly unavoidable changes, both good and bad, that will arise next year. The music is mere backtracking; I pay no attention. The only opinion I have formed is that it does not live up to the Gaye I've heard before. Then again, how could it — especially with the haphazard way I'm digesting the new material? Suddenly, a chord strikes. Now, I hate to say that something is "too good for words" or to say "I don't know how to describe it..." because I feel that as an aspiring writer, I should be able to put almost anything into words. Regardless, a chord was struck, and I cannot describe what I felt. There was a striking sense of uncertainty, yet at the same time, bliss. Somehow, for the four beats that chord was held, I felt that everything was all right; friends will go, and friendships will change, but it's somehow all just another step in the ever-evolving beauty of what's going on.