While on a Christmastime visit to Michigan with my husband, our hosts took us to Detroit to see the Motown Museum. Slated for expansion, right now it looks just the way it did in the beginning, in a modest frame house on Grand Avenue. We could only shake our heads at the incredibly primitive equipment and conditions where somehow some of the greatest hits of our era were made. Standing in the small Studio A recording “studio”, my husband and I felt lumps in our throats; there was something very poignant about being in the room where familiar young artists, many from the neighborhood and some destined to become huge stars, once recorded the music that became part of the soundtrack of our lives in the 60’s and 70’s. Berry Gordy treated his artists like family, training them on dress and deportment as well as musicianship – how innocent that seems now. Do visit the museum if you can.
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