Reading something else, I came across this, and decided, what the hell, let’s listen:
That’s nice. Long, languid, a bit of a urgency, then easing back; fits a late-night mood.
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I didn’t know much about Traffic, so wasn’t really a fan, but my college therapist, N, was.
I remember her referring to “Stevie Winwood.”
Stevie. I knew “Steve Winwood,” who’d come out with a solo album in the ’80s. I had a copy, and must have mentioned it to her.
Huh, I just looked him up on YouTube, and one of the suggestions was for “Arc of a Diver.” I think that was the song she mentioned, described to me. I can still see her motioning her arm over.
That wasn’t my song, though.
It’s not that I was a huge Steve Winwood fan, but there was one night, at the Regent St Retreat, when “Higher Love” came on, and I just, I just danced.
In a time I mostly stumbled, this night, a regular week-day night, after work, I just danced, closing my eyes and wrapped in the glow of the dance floor lights.
I don’t know if I told N that—I told her so few good things—but wouldn’t it be nice if this was what I mentioned to N, that this is what prompted her to tell me about her own fondness for Stevie Winwood.
I’d like to think that this was something good that we shared.
AbsurdBeats 