I’ve written about Heathcliff, the Pileated Woodpecker and how no one else heard him but me for quite a long time.
(one gets use to that in my line of work; hearing, and seeing, and feeling, and smelling, and tasting, and sensing what others are oblivious to. I take it as a gift. Helps me learn patience)
I didn’t know Heathcliff had a buddy.
Who favors Stevie Wonder.
Not that I blame him.
I favor Stevie Wonder, too.
My favoring started early and received a major boost my first time through college. A friend got Wonder’s Songs in the Key of Life and Elton John’s Goodbye Yellow Brick Road (both and others which I immortalize in a work-in-progress, The Shaman (it’s okay, i asked them if i could (do remember, i’m a fiction author))) and I was hooked.
All were impressive, but Wonder…
Not just the variety on the double-album (this was back in ’76. Nineteen-76) but the joy in his voice. If not joy, the pathos, the emotion, the soul, the energy.
No wonder Peter the Pileated Woodpecker loves him.