I love Stevie Wonder. My sister and I had the 45 rpm of Little Stevie Wonder playing drums on “Fingertips”. He was an awesome drummer and, as I remember, the piece was Stevie drumming from start to finish. He was just a little kid. Thank you for your essay. I’m sorry that Carlotta screwed up so very big time on your birthday. I don’t think that someone like you who forgave her will be going to hell. Just keep on writing.
Ugh. I knew where this was going from the first mention of Bootzilla. I was at that P-Funk show at Bimbo’s 365, near the front of the stage. Stevie Wonder appeared like a hallucination, sang along to “(Not Just) Knee Deep,” was Stevie Wonder, and the show was, unfortunately, everything you might imagine. But! This sounds like a primal wound that destined you for greatness.
This hurt to read. I can’t imagine the soul-shattering disappointment. I was lucky enough to see Stevie once. It was at a memorial concert for Grover Washington Jr. He was one of several artists, so he didn’t play a long set, but it was thrilling. I really hope you get to see him someday.
I hear you. I got so used to getting this treatment on birthdays from parents, friends, and exes that I just stopped any talk of doing anything on my birthday. (My ex in particularly would not only screw up purchasing tickets, but she repeatedly decided that birthday evens were when she needed the car to do things with her creepy cult friends.) I now deal with it by planning to go by myself on everything (this way, I’m not paying for tickets for people who invariably flake at the last second), but those previous incidents still grate, even a half-century later.
Damn you, Carlotta!
I am devastated for you. I get how you feel about Stevie for sure. He seemed like a superhero to me as a child.
I love Stevie Wonder. My sister and I had the 45 rpm of Little Stevie Wonder playing drums on “Fingertips”. He was an awesome drummer and, as I remember, the piece was Stevie drumming from start to finish. He was just a little kid. Thank you for your essay. I’m sorry that Carlotta screwed up so very big time on your birthday. I don’t think that someone like you who forgave her will be going to hell. Just keep on writing.
Take heart, that we'll be loving you, always.
Loving you BACK J to the D
Cintra Klimt - excellent painting ! Great essay !
Thanks Jim!!
oh this one hurt pretty bad😭
It's understandable, how the foiled serendipity would still stink all these years later.
But here's to Stevie Wonder, that spontaneous genius and now-Ghanaian citizen.
I (kinda) miss you. 😘
You wish that day could…come back once more.
I do, I do.
Ugh. I knew where this was going from the first mention of Bootzilla. I was at that P-Funk show at Bimbo’s 365, near the front of the stage. Stevie Wonder appeared like a hallucination, sang along to “(Not Just) Knee Deep,” was Stevie Wonder, and the show was, unfortunately, everything you might imagine. But! This sounds like a primal wound that destined you for greatness.
You’re a super sweet one, Norris .
Every time I hear Sheryl Crow now I experience something as keen as this.
Were you also in a band with her?
Ahh, no such luck. Perhaps I should rescind my comment.
This one Hurts.. then he moves to Africa
Damn . Play FF Finale right this minute
The pain and the beauty! So bittersweet.
This hurt to read. I can’t imagine the soul-shattering disappointment. I was lucky enough to see Stevie once. It was at a memorial concert for Grover Washington Jr. He was one of several artists, so he didn’t play a long set, but it was thrilling. I really hope you get to see him someday.
I hear you. I got so used to getting this treatment on birthdays from parents, friends, and exes that I just stopped any talk of doing anything on my birthday. (My ex in particularly would not only screw up purchasing tickets, but she repeatedly decided that birthday evens were when she needed the car to do things with her creepy cult friends.) I now deal with it by planning to go by myself on everything (this way, I’m not paying for tickets for people who invariably flake at the last second), but those previous incidents still grate, even a half-century later.
"gibbering over a shopping cart full of antlers" *weeping*
Minor typo: Tito *Puente*. 😇🇵🇷
Thank you Señor
FELT!!!
Can I just say that I love you, girl?
Werd. Love you too.