Concerts were always difficult for him, despite his easy charm. “I feel sinful when I swivel my hips to personify this stupid image I have of the reluctant sex symbol,” he said.
“I can’t be freaky onstage in peace.” Still, Gaye could never swing to the opposite extreme either. “A Christian is a man who follows Christ, and that takes a hell—I should say heaven—of a man to do.
Gaye admitted he once menaced her with a knife after their separation and that he arranged for their then 4-year-old son, Frankie, to be kidnapped to Hawaii.
There a beachcombing Gaye became so depressed over the shambles of his personal life that he tried to kill himself by ingesting more than a gram of pure cocaine in less than an hour. “I became chauvinistic and lived to the depths of degradation. I never raised myself to the heights of spirituality.” The struggle between the libidinous (as epitomized by 1973’s lusty Let’s Get It On) and the socially conscious (Save the Children) sides of Gaye’s musical personality lifted his records above soul standards.
Aside from slipping back into drug abuse, Gaye, when he was shot, still owed Anna more than 0,000 in back alimony, according to his attorney, Howard L.
Around Easter of ’81 a CBS Records executive flew to Belgium and found Gaye “anxious to set things right.” The company bought his contract for almost million.
At about the same time criminal charges stemming from the kidnapping of Frankie (who had been returned to his mother) were dropped, creditors were mollified and a repayment schedule for some million in back taxes was set up.
I want to make peace with him.” That was an objective Gaye never achieved.
When police arrived on April 1 at the sprawling green-and-white house in an upper-middle-class black neighborhood near the Santa Monica Freeway, they found his mother, Alberta, distraught and Marvin Sr.