Bobby Hebb - Sunny / Bread mp3 download

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From an interview on Spectropop by Artie Wayne with Jerry Ross:JR: The first artist he assigned me to produce was Bobby Hebb. Although I sat and listened to about a dozen songs Bobby had written, there was only one with the charisma, the poetry, the style. It was "Sunny". We went into the studio, Joe Renzetti added his magic. With the assistance of Kal Rudman, I promoted it through "our network". Bill Curtis broke it in Detroit on WCHB, Mercury brought it home, and the rest is history - one of BMI's most programmed songs.AW: Don't I hear Ashford & Simpson singing background?JR: Funny you should ask. Nick Ashford, Valerie Simpson and Melba Moore sang background on "Sunny", [...] They were always my "go to" backgrounds.

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Bobby Hebb’s “Sunny” hit me like a ton of bricks during the air condition-less summer of 1966, standing in sharp contrast to the psychedelic wonders of The Beatles, The Doors, and of course Bob Dylan. Yet it wasn’t the only sunny cloudless induced classic from that year, which included The Kinks “Sunny Afternoon,” The Beach Boy’s “God Only Knows,” The Lovin’ Spoonful’s “Summer In The City,” The Sandpipers’ "Guantanamera," along with a host of others. But it was “Sunny,” in much the same manner as the song “Spooky” by The Classic IV the following year, that laid me back, and wasted my soul.At a mere two minutes and forty-four seconds of R&B splendor, recorded as an almost afterthought at the end of a session, laced with an unheard of and irresistible bass line, an unforgettable three second snare drum roll, along with a dueling guitar and hi-hat backbeat that stood for an endless moment, anticipating the delicious buttery soft tight toned voice of Bobby Hebb as he sang that first word, “Sunny,” followed by a horn section that purred like a new Ford Mustang, complete with bouncing kick drums and cooing vocals that all came together like a gift handed down from on high.I couldn’t win that summer, my skirts were always too short, my bikini too small, my hair too long ... but just hearing the song “Sunny” put me right with the world, and I certainly had more better days than not. I had the privilege of seeing Hebb that summer as a member of one of the endless black artist reviews that were in New York one weekend and Washington DC on the other, meaning Philadelphia got the shows on a Wednesday night, and I [?], catching the man standing in the balcony of a South Street theater watching the other acts, just had to ask him who Sunny was. He put his hand on my shoulder, his silver sharkskin suit wet from preforming and said, “Darlin’, Sunny ain’t a person, it’s a state of mind, a disposition that will never let you down, long as you and ol’ Mr. Sun are on the same page.” Then he laughed, saying, “Yeah, Sunny could sure be a person, male or female. And how old are you?”Needless to say, at 15, he signed my program and wished me well ... so call me shallow if you will, but hearing Bobby Hebb singing “Sunny,” still puts me right with the world.Review by Jenell Kesler