WHOT Episode 145 – “Time to Get It Together” by Marvin Gaye
Hosted by Mangus Khan

[Slow fade. A drum shuffle moves like heavy footsteps. Bass hums low. A sigh. Then Mangus Khan begins.]

“You’re listening to Late Night Grooves.

WHOT—broadcasting from the long road between what you feel and what you admit.

I’m Mangus Khan.

And tonight’s groove…

It don’t smile.

It don’t flirt.

It doesn’t even wait for you to be ready.

Marvin Gaye – “Time to Get It Together.”
From Here, My Dear.
1978.

An album most folks don’t talk about.

And when they do?
They get it wrong.

This wasn’t Marvin making music.

This was Marvin bleeding.

See, he wasn’t supposed to create here.

He was supposed to pay.

A court ruling told him to give the profits from his next album to his ex-wife.

So Marvin did what no one expected—he gave her the whole story.

Not just hers.
His.

And “Time to Get It Together”?

That’s not the beginning of the album.

That’s the moment where Marvin starts to talk to himself.

“I’ve got to clean up the mess I made / Before I can start living again…”

That’s not a lyric.

That’s repentance in real time.

The groove is classic Marvin: smooth, sensual, polished on the surface.

But under it?

Panic.
Regret.
Exhaustion.

He’s not telling a story.
He’s trying to wake himself up.

And the thing is—
There’s no resolution here.
No redemption arc.

Just a man trying to pull the wheel before he crashes again.

The pain in this track isn’t in the past.

It’s happening now.

This is a middle-of-the-night, mirror-staring kind of song.

When you realize no one’s coming to save you… and the only voice left in the room is your own.

And sometimes?
That’s the scariest voice of all.

So yeah—this ain’t “Let’s Get It On.”

This is: Let’s try not to fall apart again tomorrow.

And you know what?
That’s sacred.

Because growth doesn’t always come with horns and halos.

Sometimes it sounds like this:

Low. Broken. Honest.

Episode 145.

Marvin Gaye.
“Time to Get It Together.”

Not a hit.
Not a single.

Just a man finally telling the truth.

This is Late Night Grooves.

WHOT.

And I’m Mangus Khan.

Still turning pain into poetry.
Still playing what the daylight can’t handle.”

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