Weekend Song – Stevie Wonder

I have written about this song before, but it has never been the Weekend Song, so excuse the repetition.

But when this comes on, I go silly. It is one of the greatest songs ever written. Not in terms of complexity but for qualities that make us unable to explain why music matters.

And a sitar opening riff? Fuck. Fucking. Me. Who knew? Who has dared since? No one, that’s who, cause they ain’t Stevie. I like wierd combinations in music. I like songs that mix it up some with things you wouldn’t've (yes it is) reckoned. And this coming from a guy who spreads peanut butter on apples.*

Also, when you listen, you’ve got two drummers, one left, one right – panned hard. And the horn riff when it changes for the “…heeere I aaam baby…” And when he fills out a line he finishes too early, how he gets you to the end, and everything else that makes life and this worth having.

I’ve done a lot of foolish things
That I really didn’t mean, didn’t I?

Listen: Signed, Sealed, Delivered

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Related pages
Weekend Song archive
Pop Songs I Think Of When I Hear Certain Instruments
10 Songs I Wish I Had Written

*Seriously. Spread on cold apple slices right from the fridge. You’ll thank me.