Yesterday, I played My Girl by The Temptations, so it seemed only logical to follow it today with this one … My Guy by Mary Wells!
Mary Wells’ smash hit My Guy was her last solo recording for Motown. The first female star for the record label and known as “the Queen of Motown”, she also became the first to dare to leave when 20th Century Fox wooed her with a $200,000 advance and potential movie roles. She officially left in 1965.
Mary Wells’ fellow Motown star, Smokey Robinson, wrote and produced this song. Robinson helped Berry Gordy form Motown Records after they realized how little they were paid by the labels that distributed their songs. In addition to fronting the legendary group The Miracles, Robinson also wrote and produced many of the label’s early numbers, including other Wells hits like The One Who Really Loves You, You Beat Me to the Punch and Two Lovers.
My Guy was the defining hit of Mary Wells’ career, but it was also memorable as Motown’s first British hit. When it was reissued in the UK and went to #14 in 1972, it brought a renewed interest in Wells. Although she had no problem performing her old numbers for her fans, the singer longed to make a name for herself apart from her Motown roots.
Unfortunately, the mainstream public wasn’t digging Wells’ new sound and, although she would re-emerge from retirement in the 1980s, she never regained the success that made her the “Queen of Motown.”
In 1990, Wells recorded an album for Ian Levine’s Motorcity Records, but her voice began to fail, prompting her to visit a local hospital. Doctors diagnosed Wells with laryngeal cancer. Treatments for the disease ravaged her voice, forcing her to quit her music career. Since she had no health insurance, her illness wiped out her finances, forcing her to sell her home. As she struggled to continue treatment, old Motown friends, including Diana Ross, Mary Wilson, members of the Temptations and Martha Reeves, made donations to support her, along with the help of admirers such as Dionne Warwick, Rod Stewart, Bruce Springsteen, Aretha Franklin and Bonnie Raitt.
That same year, a benefit concert was held by fellow fan and Detroit R&B singer Anita Baker. Wells was also given a tribute by friends such as Stevie Wonder and Little Richard on The Joan Rivers Show.
In the summer of 1992, Wells’s cancer returned and she was rushed to the Kenneth Norris Jr. Cancer Hospital in Los Angeles with pneumonia. With the effects of her unsuccessful treatments and a weakened immune system, Wells died on July 26, 1992, at the age of 49. Smokey Robinson performed a softer rendition of this song when he delivered the eulogy at Mary Wells’ memorial service in 1992.
My Guy
Mary Wells
Nothing you could say could tear me away from my guy,
(My guy)
Nothing you could do ’cause I’m stuck like glue to my guy.
(My guy)
I’m sticking to my guy like a stamp to a letter,
Like birds of a feather we stick together,
I’m tellin’ you from the start I can’t be torn apart from my guy.
Nothing you could do could make me untrue to my guy,
(My guy)
Nothing you could buy could make me tell a lie to my guy.
(My guy)
I gave my guy my word of honor to be faithful, and I’m gonna,
You best be believing I won’t be deceiving my guy.
As a matter of opinion I think he’s tops,
My opinion is he’s the cream of the crop;
As a matter of taste to be exact he’s my ideal as a matter of fact.
No muscle-bound man could take my hand from my guy.
(My guy)
No handsome face could ever take the place of my guy.
(My guy)
He may not be a movie star, but when it comes to bein’ happy we are.
There’s not a man today who could take me away from my guy.
No muscle-bound man could take my hand from my guy.
(My guy)
No handsome face could ever take the place of my guy.
(My guy)
He may not be a movie star, but when it comes to bein’ happy we are.
There’s not a man today who could take me away from my guy.
(What you say, Tell me more)
No muscle-bound man could take my hand from my guy.
(My guy)
No handsome face could ever take the place of my guy.
(My guy)
He may not be a movie star, but when it comes to bein’ happy we are.
Songwriters: Ronald White / Smokey Robinson
My Guy lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Thanks for sharing another great song from the past. As i wrote to Pete (beetleypete.wordpress.com) today, i will have to do some researches on Motown. Somehow this did not came to my knowledge before. Best wishes, Michael
P.S:.: Pete also provides songs from the past, and also wonderful photo collections from the UK. Worth to see. 😉 xx Michael
LikeLiked by 1 person
I have seen Beetley Pete around on other blogs, and perhaps even on mine a time or two, but never checked out his blog until tonight! I am now following and will receive daily updates, thanks to your recommendation! Thanks, Michael!!! xx
LikeLike
Reblogged this on https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Pingback: ♫ My Guy ♫ (Redux) — Filosofa’s Word | Ned Hamson's Second Line View of the News
Sad story, but it’s great how all those people came to her aid. That’s family.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yep, further proof that ‘family’ doesn’t have to share DNA!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Word Press screwed up. When you do a redux it always brings up previous versions of the same song you just played. This did not happen today. Instead it gave us two versions of My Girl, including yesterday’s post. Is Word Press sexist? Now I gotta go backmto see if I can find your original post. Be back later.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Amazingly enough, I found the original, from Oct. 19, 2019, Surprisingly, there were only 8 comments that day, and half of them were yours. Can I make up for my silence that time?
When I first heard this song, I had never had a real girlfriend yet. I had played around, but nothing permanent. Then I listened to My Guy, and I wanted to be “that guy” for some girl. Eventually it happened, at least for awhile, but becoming that guy for a girl was harder work than I thought. We have such foolish ideas when we are young. Our storybooks tell us love just happens. Attraction just happens, for sure, but love takes time to grow. “Momma, there is no Santa Claus!” Over and over and over again…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Certainly you may! You’re right … when we are young, our ideas of ‘romance’ and ‘love’ come from movies and books, not from experience. The older we get, the more we realize that lust is often mistaken for love, that loneliness is often mistaken for romance, and that need is often mistaken for want.
LikeLike
I didn’t realize that WP did that! You can always ask me for a link to any prior post you want to look at.
LikeLike
Awwwww!! I’m back — Sister Act & more. Tight hug, sister friend!! 💞
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re baaaaaaacccckkk! Did you have a wonderful time? Tight hugs back to you, dear soul sister!!!
LikeLiked by 1 person