Dear Gladys KnightPosted: May 27, 2013
Dear Ms. Knight,
The weather was great this Saturday. I was out for a drive. The top was down on my car, the iPod was shuffling songs, and the introduction to Midnight Train To Georgia came on.
I turned it up.
Midnight Train is a great song. I suppose it has been good to you too. Whenever I hear it, the song requires me to sing along. For that reason, I’m glad they don’t play it during most funerals, or in court. People frown on singing in those places. Singing in my car is OK though.
In fact, it is so OK to sing in my car that I replayed your hit three times Saturday and sang along each time. I even did it when I ended up at a stop light. Getting older has made me care a lot less about what strangers think about what I do.
So What Is My Point?
Ma’am, I’ve noticed that the internet is really good to kids. There was that young man who asked to play piano while Billy Joel sang New York State Of Mind. The video of that made the internet, now he’s got music available on iTunes. And kids putting up videos asking celebrities to go to the prom with them are all the rage. Somehow, that is working for them.
Maybe it is time to make the internet good to older people too. Let me assure you, I am not asking you to my prom. That ship sailed back in the ’70’s.
I would like to sing Midnight Train To Georgia with you. Well, not really with you. I just want to sing the background parts.
No, I don’t want to be a Pip. The Pips were artists, as you are. I am no artist and would not emulate them. That’d be disrespectful of me, don’t you think?
So Let’s Flesh This Plan Out
I can’t sing or dance. Those things are not obstacles to what I want to do. I would like to sing Midnight Train To Georgia, with you, in my car, with the top down.
Imagine this. I’m driving along, singing along with you. I’ll hear you sing “said he’s going back to find”…and I’ll respond “Going back to find”…and you’ll sing your part…and I’ll sing “when he takes that ride”…and you’ll sing your part. Here’s where it gets good.
We’re at a red light, a person in the next car looks over at this clown singing Midnight Train in his car. They start to snicker, until my part comes up again and I sing “guess who’s gonna be right by his side?” I’ll sort of tip my head to the side as if to say, look who is in the car with me…because that’s what I’ll be saying. You’ll growl out “I’m gonna be with him” and I’ll follow with “I know you will”. The light will turn green and we’ll drive off.
The other car will still be at the light after we leave. The driver will be asking the passenger, “was that guy really singing with Gladys Knight?”
Word will spread. By agreeing to do this, you will make it safe for all of us out here in the world who sing Midnight Train To Georgia to belt it out with you without fear of being judged by our fellow motorists.
I’ve got the car and know all the words.
I don’t sing well, but I’m told I do it with conviction.
Or maybe I should be convicted for singing.
Please get in touch.
I know you will.