another love letter.

to stevie wonder.

Oh, Stevie. Where to begin? Where to end?

Almost every chapter of my life revolves around you.

When I recall moving to Connecticut, trekking my old Subaru across the east coast with all of my belongings (including the cat) crammed inside, what comes to my mind is Talking Book.

I hear the album so crisply. Maybe Your Baby plays through my head, then immediately flips to Tuesday Heartbreak. I genuinely knows that’s what comes next, even each starting pitch.

Simply put, I don’t need Spotify to listen to your voice, it is coded into my brain.

When I think about the passing of my dear childhood friend, I hear As. Songs in the Key of life was something he and I had a mutual appreciation for. As has become my anthem for him, and it has brought me genuine comfort throughout my years.

And when I think about camping in New Jersey, jumping off of cliffs into cold rivers, landing into submerged beds of poison ivy, breaking out in awful rashes… I think of Don’t You Worry ‘Bout a Thing.

No matter the memory—wether it is sweet, painful, good, or bad—I can tie it to your music, and it is immediately a pleasant one.

You have made my life better. Your music has taught me to be a better person. I plan my future around your music.

I will marry my fiance with ‘You and I’ in mind. It has become my anthem for him.

Thank you for what you have given me, an appreciation for living.

Your faithful admirer…

Call Me,

Liza