I went home and did some research on Gordy, Motown, Diana Ross, the Supremes, Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell.
When I went to Gordy's house to make the tape, Jaz asked if his man could rhyme on it as well.
The music Gordy created at Hitsville is the greatest cultural export the U.S. has ever produced ... from my point of view.
She had to wait a little, for Gordy and his bailiff were down there by the tennis lawn, but they soon moved on.
The trout that poor old Gordy had so harried were left undisturbed.
It would hurt the old man—Gordy was over seventy now—but that could not be helped.
For quite a week the whole world had been Mr. McCrae—a most ordinary friend of Gordy's.
They had not been down to the old place for many years; indeed, since Gordy's death it was generally let.
Why Gordy no one quite knew now—whether because his name was George, or by way of corruption from Guardian.
Again it was puzzling that she should be laughing so serenely at Gordy's stories.