The school were I work is doing a Stevie Wonder Retrospective in about two months (egad).  I have been tasked (in addition to being the production manager) with arranging one of the 16 numbers for the show - It ain't no use.  Here's the original.

There was a time when I would have scoffed - SCOFFED - at being asked to arrange a Stevie Wonder tune.  But, for both of you who have kept up with this blog know, it has been a long and lonely road paved with getting over my bad self in order to reach the promised land of embracing my mad creative skills.  One such embrace took place in my car on the way home last evening.  Harmonic changes, meter alterations - one cloth right there under weeks of dusty reiteration of the recording settling on a transcription, not an arrangement.

These are the moments I long for, which is not dove - possibly the Pereclete - appearing on my shoulder whispering sweet somethings special, but finding the tool at the bottom of the bag on one last try after skinning my knuckles repeatedly on that same damn Philips head.