I'm trying to write something, but I've got VH1 on and it's showing this old Stevie Wonder concert that's fucking blowing my mind. He's singing some song "Sensuous Whisper" that I've never heard but it's insane. There are like 20 people in his band and they are unbelievable. Now he's doing "My Cherie Amour." It's funny, 'cuz earlier I was watching some "Little Steven's Underground" concert with the Romantics and Cheap Trick, and compared to Stevie, those dudes just sucked donkeys.
Don't get me wrong, I'm one of the biggest Cheap Trick fans out there -- the first concert I ever saw was in 1978 at the International Amphitheater in Chicago and it was Cheap Trick and Graham Parker & the Rumour. But shit, man, in the thing I watched tonight, they were all out of tune, and had that bad wig-hair and they were phoning it the fuck in...
MOkay, I just stopped typing for about eight minutes while Stevie played a medley of "I Wish" and "Sir Duke." FUCK! I've gotta go downstairs and burn every musical instrument down there. What's the point?!
Look at this shit:
That does it-- starting tomorrow, the spawn and I are going out and buying matching dashikis, and we're gonna listen to Stevie 24/7. Okay, 23/7 -- gotta have an hour of the Ramones to balance shit out.
And I can personally guarantee that Ms. Laurie Berkner will never be played in this household again. She's the anti-Stevie. She's a funk-suck. She's "Songs in the Key of B... M"
Ooh, I've gotta get Miss O one of them funky pillbox hats the bass player's wearing.