![]() ![]() The short man who stood to his left, suddenly ran at Kivian ferociously, like a wild dog he slashed and slashed at Kivian’s face. The man instinctively threw his left hand up to his neck trying to foolishly stem the flow of blood as it dripped onto the cobbled street. His eyes widened as Kivian’s sword slashed across the man’s neck. The man closest to him turned his head around too late. Taking long sweeping strides to reach them, he unsheathed his sword in one fluid moment, their right sides were exposed, they didn’t see him coming until it was too late. While the other two taller men continuously punched at the man with no reprieve. Taking note of his surroundings, two of the ruffians stood on the other side of the stall looking out into the crowd with their long, old swords balanced out in front of them, keeping the crowd under control and also, keeping an eye out for the guards. He didn’t wait for the law to do something. Anger flared up in Kivian like a wild bull. Blood covered the man’s face as he lay there…helpless. Kivian stood watching as two of the men beat and kicked the stall vender who now curled up on the ground. People began to help her out of the ruffian’s way and the man who had pushed her, smiled crookedly at them as they disappeared into the now forming crowd. She landed on her left wrist and side and gave a short cry when her wrist broke under the harsh landing. One of the men, medium sized, unshaven dirty face and teeth to match, pushed a woman away from the stall harshly. The men and women gasped as they stepped back. Instead they walked directly to one of the stall venders selling his wares and decided to rough him up a bit. Kivian breathed a sigh of relief when they walked past him. And if anybody knew how to get out of this predicament…he did. Why would he know every low-life in the city? He was the king’s man…the king’s assassin. With his dark hood and cloth covering his features, he was certain no one could truly identify him, but as they walked closer he held his breath. Listen to her beautiful Memphis soul record, ‘I Can’t Stand The Rain’ below.Kivian spun around to find four rough-looking men following behind him. I never get tired of telling that story.” Of course, there’s a lot of stories in a lot of the songs I wrote but that’s the one people recognised. “It helped me to know that somebody was listening and recognising my talents. Knowing would take me away from what I was really like, it didn’t bother me that much,” Peebles remembered. I still did a lot of songs, but at that point, I was married, I had a child, and I was happy. By this point, she had a family with Bryant and refocused her attention. “We forgot about the concert.”īy 1980, the record label shut down, and Peebles’ career slowed down but didn’t necessarily mind this. “We didn’t go to the concert,” Bryant remembers. Instead of going to the concert, they decided to stay in and pluck the song out of thin air this is the stuff that myths are made of. In response, Peebles said, “I can’t stand the rain.” In a flash of momentary inspiration, Bryant picked up on it. The skies opened up, and rain began to fall. “As a professional songwriter in constant need of new material, Bryant was used to plucking resonant phrases out of the air and he liked the idea of reacting against recent R&B hits that celebrated bad weather, such as the Dramatics’ ‘In the Rain’ and Love Unlimited’s ‘Walkin’ in the Rain with the ‘One I Love'” commented the DJ. Her lover, Bryant, Peebles as well as DJ Bernard Miller were all headed for a concert one night in 1973. While it is somewhat overly romanticised and a cliche to say that songwriters create things out of thin air, it seems that the story behind this song was the closest thing it would ever get to something like that. The single has been covered by a slew of artists, including Ronnie Wood, Humble Pie, Tina Turner and Missy Eliot. ![]() ![]() Peebles continued to release records throughout the ’70s, but none proved to be the success that ‘I Can’t Stand The Rain” was. ![]()
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