It's one of those songs that I've heard so much--originally because of the soundtrack from The Big Chill, most likely--that I don't really hear it anymore. Although I formed an unlikely attachment to the rest of the soundtrack, I didn't even really like that particular song.
Later I came across the version by Gladys Knight & the Pips, which really grabbed me--particularly the off-balance feel of the percussion at the beginning and the faster pace, which seemed fitting for a woman scorned.
But hearing Marvin Gaye on this song by himself is amazing--his singing is one long, pained question and lament. In the midst of all those strings and everything else, I never really heard that before. Listen up:
Via grammophoneferreira and YouTube.
Sit tight for the first 19 seconds until the vocal track actually starts.
P.S. To get the flavor of a period performance by Gladys Knight & the Pips, check out the video of their appearance on Soul Train in 1972. They've got to be lip-synching, and the applause at the start drowns out the cool percussion part, but the fashions are not to be missed.
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