On April 1st 1984, the day before his 45th birthday, soul singer Marvin Gaye’s life came to a tragic end, when he was shot and killed by his own father after a violent physical fight.
At the peak of his career, Marvin Gaye was the Prince of Motown; the soulful voice behind hits as wide-ranging as “How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You)” and “Mercy Mercy Me (The Ecology).” Like his label-mate Stevie Wonder, Gaye both epitomised and outgrew the crowd-pleasing sound that made Motown famous. Over the course of his roughly 25-year recording career, he moved successfully from upbeat pop to “message” music to satin-sheet soul, combining elements of Smokey Robinson, Bob Dylan and Barry White into one complicated and sometimes contradictory package. But as the critic Michael Eric Dyson put it, the man who “chased away the demons of millions…with his heavenly sound and divine art” was chased by demons of his own throughout his life.
Marvin Pentz Gay Jr was born on April 2nd 1939 in Washington, D.C. Gaye was the second eldest of four children. Gaye’s early home life was marked by violence as his father would often strike him for any shortcoming. Gaye and his three siblings were bed-wetters as children. Gaye would later call his father a “tyrannical and powerful king” and said he was depressed as a child, convinced that he would eventually “become one of those child statistics that you read in the papers” had he not been encouraged to pursue his dreams by his mother.
The physical cause of Marvin Gaye’s death was straightforward: “Gunshot wound to chest perforating heart, lung and liver,” according to the Los Angeles County Coroner. The events that led to it were much more tangled. On the one hand, there was the long standing conflict with his father dating back to childhood. Marvin Gay, Sr., (the “e” was added by his son for his stage name) was a preacher in the Hebrew Pentecostal Church and a proponent of a strict moral code he enforced brutally with his four children. He was also, by all accounts, a hard-drinking cross-dresser who personally embodied a rather complicated model of morality. By some reports, Marvin Sr. harboured significant envy over his son’s tremendous success, and Marvin Jr. clearly harboured unresolved feelings toward his abusive father.
Those feelings spilled out for the final time in the Los Angeles home of Marvin Gay, Sr., and his wife Alberta. Their son the international recording star had moved into his parents’ home in late 1983 at a low point in his struggle with depression, debt and cocaine abuse. Only one year removed from his first Grammy win and from a triumphant return to the pop charts with “Sexual Healing,” Marvin Gaye was in horrible physical, psychological and financial shape, and now he found himself living in the same house as the man who must have been at the root of many of his struggles.
After an argument between father and son escalated into a physical fight on the morning of April 1, 1984, Alberta Gay was trying to calm her son in his bedroom when Marvin Sr. took a revolver given to him by Marvin Jr. and shot him three times in his chest. Marvin Gaye’s brother, Frankie, who lived next door, and who held the legendary singer during his final minutes, later wrote in his memoir that Marvin Gaye’s final, disturbing statement was, “I got what I wanted….I couldn’t do it myself, so I made him do it.”
What a tragic advent !
Craig how do i make friends like you have here?
Hi Penny. I spend about an hour each day reading posts and about an hour writing. More if I have time, and sometimes less, Commenting and liking shows you appreciate the other writer’s work, and builds a mutual respect. Though now I have over 400 followers, it is almost impossible to read and comment on all of them 😦
be honest craig, do you think i’m a good blogger?
That’s very subjective. I enjoy reading your work, as it gives a different perspective (as do the works of most writers). The question is do you enjoy writing? If so, then keep doing it. Looking forward to reading more from you in the future.
yes, thanks Craig, I love to write, but i don’t like competing. I guess it’s an intimidating thing to see so many great writers, but i can hold my own. hey, thanks a million, and yeah, i do have a different perspective, i know that. see ya soon
Two murphy rules:
1. Don’t live with parents.
2. Don’t mess with drugs. 😦
So sad. He did become one of those child statistics after all.
I remember hearing about this when it happened. Very sad and disturbing.
Wow. What a story.
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Good article. Marvin Gayle had a wonderful voice, but a strange and tragedy ending to his life.
Thanks for remembering a great voice and a great artist!
Great article! He is greatly missed..
This brings back memories of what I felt when it happened. Sad once again.