That’s what Stevie is titling his new album. He sees more than most of us. Lucky me, I got to hear him play last night at Concord Pavilion. After a hellish two and a half hour drive to get there, in the inland heat of over a hundred degrees, and nothing but bad radio in the car, I sat on the lawn and breathed in the vibe. What a diverse crowd–lots of greyheads like me, but also a lot of young people too. The vaguely familiar smell of pot being smoked, no specific age demographic there. Gorgeous people, young and old, all singing along with the songs, every word memorized. That really struck me, how twenty-somethings really knew the material. I loved sitting amidst this crowd, everyone singing together the love songs I grew up with. Stevie Wonder was in great form.
The only disturbing trend was (and maybe because this was an outdoor show) how many (mostly young) people just talked during the music, just jabbered away without any consideration that other people were there to hear the music. There were even people who were yakking on their cell phones during the performance. That just made me crazy. I was there to pay tribute to one of my gods, and these people just didn’t get it…
