I understand why he’s considered a genius, and one of the most influential and accomplished artists of all time. I hear the intricacy in his melodies and instrumentation, and I marvel that he often played all the instruments himself. I pay my respects to a man who once won three Album of the Year Grammys during a four year span in the mid-70s, a feat nobody else has managed.
This isn’t a tough call for me. I appreciate Stevie Wonder’s music more than I like it (don’t tell Michelle Obama!). Talking Heads, on the other hand, works for me on every level.
I’ve never liked Stevie Wonder as much as I feel I probably should. Certainly Songs in the Key of Life deserved consideration for my list of the best 70s albums, but I never gave it a second thought. As much as I appreciate this album, and Wonder’s music in general, I’ve never found it in me to love it.
Today’s Random Weekend selection is a perfect encapsulation of my feelings about Stevie Wonder — it’s brilliant right up until it stops being brilliant and starts being annoying.
I have a recurring thought that came to me once during an Academy Awards telecast… Stevie Wonder has no idea what Jack Nicholson looks like. I’m not sure why that rather obvious and trite concept struck me with such force.
I’ve always been fascinated and horrified by blindness… the thought of it scares the hell out of me, frankly. When I was a kid, we used to play those “Would you rather” games and “Would you rather be deaf or blind?” was an old standby. To me it was no contest. As much as I’d miss music and the sound of people’s voices, etc., it wouldn’t even come close to being eternally in the dark.