In the mid 80’s my boyfriend and I went to see Stevie Wonder in concert.
He was a great boyfriend. He was serious and sincere and I could see a very sensible future ahead of us, but by the end of that night, it was all over.
Stevie Wonder’s tour was riding on the back of the huge success of the ‘I just called to say I love you’ single. The stadium was packed and our seats weren’t great but it didn’t matter. I had been a long time fan of Motown, so seeing the great man in concert was a dream come true.
It didn’t take long for him to play ‘Superstition’, (for all you younguns out there, Superstition is the funkiest song of all time). We weren’t in a spot where I could get up and dance so I did the next best thing a funky girl could do, I did a modest ‘chair dance’. Just bopping my head and tapping my fingers on my knees. I was having a ‘moment’, just me and Stevie.
Then he did it. My boyfriend grabbed my hand which was innocently and funkily tapping in time to Superstition and held it tightly in his own. That inappropriately timed romantic gesture sounded the death knell of our relationship. I looked at him like he was insane, and knew in that second that I couldn’t spend my life with anyone who couldn’t let me get my groove on.
We broke up shortly after.
I have never regretted the decision.