hm.

i couldn't even come up with an excuse to not write about a song i am listening to right now. when i say music puts me to mush, sometimes it can cut right through you. to the core....with one swift little kick. pretty incredible.
so here i am. goofing off online. listening to music, originally jamie lidell. I like to sing with Jamie, often too, and since my voice is a tad shot from my drunken weekend of talking real loud, it sounds reaaaaaalllly good. to me, at least. and this little concert was for me, so i had to love what i was doing. so we are singing 'mulitply', 'what is it this time', and 'another day'...all the old faves. then it switches up and stevie wonder comes on, the album 'music of my mind', which kicks into some serious funky.
but to the matter at hand....
'Superwoman (where were you when i needed you)' comes on. It hits me in the gut. It is a song of serious self introspection, lyrically alone.

Mary wants to be a superwoman
But is that really in her head
But I just want to live each day to love her
For what she is

i immediately was in pieces.
and we continue...

Mary wants to be another movie star
But is that really in her mind
And all the things she wants to be
She needs to leave behind

But, very well, I believe I know you-very well
Wish that you knew me too-very well
And I think I can deal with everything going through your head

The origins of this song was Stevie's own relationship with singer/songwriter Syreeta Wright, who also worked at Motown, and even had her own album in the seventies. They were married, I think briefly; but they continued to work together for years. This was his homage to her and their relationship.
Do we stop ourselves from collecting what's rightfully ours by trying to be something else? Thinking that's the way to get it? Our titles, our accomplishments, our goals....? Then I think, am I that Superwoman...? Am I missing the bigger picture?
See? It cuts.
It's a pretty difficult thing to realize you can be loved for being yourself. we think we have to be more, if only to satisfy our own ideals about who we should be. at least I do.
what kind of world would we be if we just accepted ourselves, and better yet, opened our eyes to the people that love you for it...?

as always, thanks Stevie.