I think Berry Gordy is a genius, I really do, and it's not a word I throw around lightly. But with all that comes the idiosyncratic behavior of a self-made, talented, creative person, and that's not easy to come up against.
Berry Gordy is a music legend, and we all know that, but I don't think Berry gets enough credit for his involvement with the civil rights movement.
Nothing surprises me about Berry Gordy.
Following in the footsteps of Berry Gordy, I always admire what he did.
Once, in a spasm of sappiness, you asked Q-Jo if she thought your dreams would ever come true. 'You aren't talking about dreams,' she corrected you, 'you're referring to your pathetic bourgeoisie ambitions. Dreams don't come true. Dreams are true.
I really only knew the name Berry Gordy growing up, but I didn't know what he looked like or anything about him.
Berry Gordy has always been this hazy legendary figure that I've known about in my childhood that was responsible for everything that I found important in the world.
Dreams don't "come true". Dreams get "made true". You have the power to get up, execute and make beautiful results happen, day by valuable day.
Berry Gordy believed in owning the artist for life and controlling everything: the money, the station wagons, everything.
Berry Gordy turned his house into a studio and discovered over 30 acts in the city. And we're famous all over the world.
The ninety and nine are with dreams, content but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true.
Sometimes the dreams that come true are the dreams you never even knew you had.
Berry Gordy discovered more superstars than anyone I know. I grew up in that environment, and I know you can develop talent and market it.
We record in the spirit of the Berry Gordy camp and Gamble & Huff, where people were writing up to a dozen quality songs within a day because the competition was that hard.
I had begun to think that dreams are meant to be no more than dreams and that in reality dreams don't come true. Then my brother (Zac) left on his trip. It was amazing to see all the support that he got from around the world and to see how everyone worked together to help make his dream reality. Watching him do this really made me believe that I could too.
Dreams don't come true. Dreams die. Dreams get compromised. Dreams end up dealing meth in a booth at the back of the Olive Garden. Dreams choke to death on bay leaves. Dreams get spleen cancer.