If that guy hits you, I'm not stopping to help you!"
Come on, people, MOVE!!!"
Get your @#$% out of my way!"
My wife, God love her, gets a little impatient with her fellow motorists and often has these one-sided conversations with them from behind the wheel. We sometimes joke that she needs some sort of a remote controlled megaphone attached to the hood of her car so that they can hear her dispense driving advice to them.
I don't worry, though, because number one she's ultimately a safe driver and number two she drive a big behemoth SUV and if anyone gets hurt it probably won't be us. So, I have the luxury of sitting back and chuckling over this from my shotgun seat. And sometimes, as I sit there in amusement I crack a smile knowing what Gino Vannelli would say-or shall I say, sing about all this. He too would be encouraging people to move...like he did in his debut, rump shaking jazz-funk hit from thirty-six odd years ago.
Ever since People Gotta Move" first hit American airwaves I've had this fascination going on for with this Canadian's music. The guy's got an operatic, lusty voice, and some songs with catchy, jazzy hooks and modern production touches. Indeed, Move" had a real modern sound for its time; polyphonic synthesizers were still new to the music industry in 1974, and the layered individual synth parts done by his brother Joe combined with a bass synth and a rhythmically charged electric piano created a space age sound adapted for the Adult Contemporary crowd. That all seems so dated today, and People Gotta Move" has that and some bizarre lyrics going against it like:
People come on do it right Shake your behinds like a dynamite Chuck all your worries and toss your thighs To be tame is a pain when you realize...
You gotta move (...synth blast...) You gotta move (...synth blast...) Oh, you gotta move (...synth blast...) Oh, people gotta move (...synth blast...) You gotta move
Yet still, it's got a percussion-laden Latin groove that really does wanna make you move and Vannelli's emphatic call to the dancefloor topped off by a little falsetto. Something made that song appealing enough to hit #22 on the Billboard Top 100 chart back then, and perhaps oddly so, it's still appealing today.
Maybe we should have Gino's song blasting through that imaginary bullhorn attached to the hood of the SUV instead of my wife's intolerant voice. I'm sure those lughead drivers out there would heed.