The Tears of a Clown

Among the several strands of '60s revivalism in the '80s there was a re-exploration (and re-exploitation) of the classics in the Tamla Motown songbook. A new generation grew to appreciate the musicianship of "The Funk Brothers" and the vocal talents (and songwriting skills) of the likes of Smokey Robinson. Not that his music had exactly faded into oblivion: songs like 'The Tears of a Clown' (a UK No. 1 upon its re-issue in 1970) were oft-replayed oldies that had formed part of the background radiation as I was growing up.

In recent years I've acquired a few of Robinson's singles: a '67 copy of 'I Second that Emotion' (a song I'd first come to know via the cover version by art-pop outfit Japan); 'The Tears of a Clown' (from the hit '70 re-release); and his '81 hit 'Being With You' (previously mentioned in passing here). While the former two numbers were by Smokey Robinson and the Miracles; the latter was a strictly solo effort.

'The Tears of a Clown' was released at different times with an assortment of B-sides, including 'You Must Be Love', 'Promise Me', 'My Love Is Your Love (Forever)' and, in this case the Ashford & Simpson composition 'Who's Gonna Take the Blame', a track that had previously seen daylight (with much less success) as an A-side. A further UK re-issue of 'The Tears of a Clown' in '76 saw it paired in a lachrymose double-bill with 'The Tracks of My Tears'.

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