Little Stevie Wonder

Fingertips Part 2 completely blew my mind. There had been nothing even remotely like it on the radio in the few short years I’d been listening. It was powerful organized chaos – swinging, soulful and hilarious – and Little Stevie Wonder, the joyous, passionate centre of it all, was twelve years old. So was I. He changed everything.

My first concert, ever, on August 22nd, 1963, was Little Stevie Wonder at the Gardens Auditorium in Vancouver. He came out on stage by himself and sang along with his records. You could hear the needle drop through the house PA system. His mother, dressed in pink, stood anxiously at the side of the stage.

Happy Birthday, Stevie.