«Contact» is a 1978 disco single by Edwin Starr. The hook line is in the chorus, eye to eye contact. The single was number one on the disco chart for one week, early in 1979. The single crossed over to the Billboard Hot 100, becoming his highest charting pop single in seven years, peaking at number sixty-five. «Contact» also made the top 20 on the soul chart, peaking at number thirteen.
Edwin Starr (January 21, 1942 – April 2, 2003) was an American soul music singer. Starr is famous for his Norman Whitfield-produced Motown singles of the 1970s, most notably the number one hit «War».
Starr was born in Tennessee and raised in Ohio, and later lived in Detroit while singing for Ric Tic and Motown Records. Besides «War», Starrs songs «25 Miles» and «Stop the War Now» were also major successes in the 1960s. Starrs career shifted to the United Kingdom in the 1970s, where he continued to produce music, living there until his death.
Starr was born Charles Edwin Hatcher in Nashville, Tennessee, in 1942. He and his cousins, soul singers Roger and Willie Hatcher, moved to Cleveland, Ohio, where they were raised.
In 1957, Starr formed a doo-wop group, the Future Tones, and began his singing career. Starr lived in Detroit, Michigan, in the 1960s and recorded at first for the small Ric-Tic label, part of the Golden World recording company, and later for Motown Records (under the Gordy Records imprint), after the latter absorbed Ric-Tic in 1968.
The song which launched his career was «Agent Double-O-Soul» (1965), a reference to the James Bond films popular at the time. Other early hits included «Headline News», «Back Street» and «S.O.S. (Stop Her on Sight)». While at Ric-Tic, he wrote the song, «Oh How Happy», a #12 Billboard Hot 100 hit in 1966 for The Shades of Blue and sang lead for the Holidays on their #12 R
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The fictional Tame Impalas debut album, Remixed by Martin Carmesi.
I just took a few old recordings and put them together in an album form. I only include old songs that work well in an album.
Tracklist:
01. Wander 0:00
02. Flow 4:42
03. Island Walking 9:33
04. Skeleton Tiger 12:36
05. Slide Through My Fingers 16:51
06. The Sun 20:08
07. Remember Me 23:03
08. Milky Way Spiral Gets a New Arm 27:24
09. Latenight Moonlight 28:49
10. 41 Mosquitoes Flying in Formation 36:05
11. When the Feelings in the Core 39:24
