The Wonder of Stevie
Mr Drayton’s Record Player took a trip to 1973 last night as Stevie Wonder’s sixteenth studio album Innervisions blasted from the speakers in Live Theatre’s Undercroft. Sitting comfortably, we sipped our drinks and listened intently as classic Motown filled the room.
Fighting every urge I had not to jump up and start busting my (sadly limited and potentially hazardous) moves, I was thrown a few perplexed looks as I settled on a rather uncoordinated combination of chair dancing, head bobbing and foot tapping. I was slightly concerned I might be asked if I needed the toilet but luckily, Innervisions seemed to have the same effect on most people in the room. There were eyes closing and mouths miming along, one man seemed to give himself a fright when he realised he was singing along to the track out loud and consequently tried to disguise it into a cough, a good effort, but I wasn’t fooled.
Mr Drayton’s enthusiasm was as appealing as the music; his quirky facts and impressive knowledge added to our fun, as did his magnificent hairstyle – a quiff to rival any other. Note to self: find out which product he uses. The nostalgic atmosphere was enviable and without an MP3 in sight it was charming and understated to go back to basics and listen to a vinyl.
Innervisions is Stevie Wonder’s transformation from boy to man; it was a far more mature approach to music and lyrics than any of his previous albums. Contemplating issues such as drug addiction (Too High) and religious cynicism (Jesus Children of America) this album is both political and philosophical. Don’t get me wrong though, the album certainly doesn’t lack fun and dance appeal. The music is innovative and as catchy as ever and I think the fact I listened to it again as soon as I got home speaks volumes.
So, Mr Drayton, what have you got planned for next time?
By Alex Woolley @woolleyjumper1
March Guest Blogger