It’s All Wrong, But It’s All Right

When I was 13, my AIM profile had the first lines of Stevie Wonder’s “Sir Duke.”

Music is a world within itself
With a language we all understand
With an equal opportunity
For all to sing, dance and clap their hands
But just because a record has a groove
Don’t make it in the groove
But you can tell right away at letter A
When the people start to move

They can feel it all over
They can feel it all over people
They can feel it all over
They can feel it all over people

From a young age, I’ve tried getting in touch with the musical side of me that does not in reality exist. My subconscious seems to cover the absence well by finding friends who can “talk music” to me. “Hi, you speak a really pretty language that I can’t speak but I like listening to anyway. Like Italian. Keep going.”

So imagine my laughter as I’m listening to oldies on my way home from work today, and I hear Sir Duke for the first time in a couple years.

For there’s Basie, Miller, Sachimo
And the king of all Sir Duke
And with a voice like Ella’s ringing out
There’s no way the band can lose

Anyone want to guess how long my brain has heard that first line as “Though this may seem metrosexual…” I never really stopped to think about it, but I certainly didn’t correct myself either. Lord.

And yeah dummy, of all people, what business does Stevie Wonder have being metrosexual.

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In other related news, I was just talking to a friend the other night about favorite songs. I listed Michael Jackson’s PYT, my pal Stevie’s Uptight (Everything’s Alright) and I think (?) I said Jamie Lidell’s Another Day.

There’s also Vonda Shepard’s Read Your Mind, James Taylor’s Your Smiling Face, and Whiskeytown’s Crazy About You (Also Don’t Wanna Know Why but can only find this cover).

But really, it depends. Favorite song based on lyrics? Message? Happy, sad, fast, slow? What moves the needle for you?

Well. If favorite song was based on what song you got caught singing at the intersection with an intensity not accessed since the second time you took the SATs, Annie Lennox’s Walking On Broken Glass earned a trophy today.

Off for the night. Off to read Hemingway. Because, unlike music, I will improve my command of the English language. Hopefully.

Until next time, friends.

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