Unquestionably, I want to listen tonight, relaxed on the couch, already washed, ironed, scented, and in pajamas, to a classic that I adore: Going Back To My Roots by Lamont Dozier from 1977.
The piece lasts almost 10 minutes, a soul track that's enjoyable, danceable, and has been covered multiple times in disco versions.
But the surprise of this song is not at the beginning, but rather towards the end, after a solid six minutes, where it quiets down a bit and then kicks in with a captivating Afro rhythm. A return to the roots, indeed.
Returning to the roots doesn't mean being nostalgic; it means knowing who we are and being proud of it, despite everything.
Or as Lamont says, going back to the roots helps to "recharge your soul." Kisses :-*
Lamont Dozier - Going To My Roots (1977)