The first time I saw Stevie Wonder was on Sesame Street and I talked my dad into letting me buy his album, Talking Book. Watching this clip of Stevie Wonder from 1973 makes me think that somehow at age 11, despite my bad haircuts and my penchant for bell bottoms, I managed to pull my head out of my ass when it came to taste in music. This is as good as I remember it, too.
Gilbert King
