Short Stories

Detroit was a melting pot of tiny labels vying for a piece of the Motown action.  At first I used to offer encouragement, but soon that bordered on contempt if I thought they might be stealing our thunder.

I was very possessive, if not obsessive, about what we had created from scratch.  Certainly they would all look to Motown for divine guidance.  However, they needed more than that to make it in a competitive world where Motown had just raised the ante.