I keep harking back to this White House performance, when everything seemed possible. It’s so euphoric, uncontrived. I wondered what was going on in the green rooms that evening under the watchful stare of what presidential portraiture. It seemed that for a night or a weekend, the Obama “hope” meme had been realized.
As musicians, we struggle mightily against the technical and physical challenges of our instruments and confront the limitations of our talent, but if we persevere, and are are lucky enough, we sometimes arrive at a place where the universe aligns with all of those talents and shortcomings and something special happens. I’m confounded about how Stevie Wonder can do what he does, but he has arrived at one of those moments here.
I watch this White House performance of Superstition, Michelle dreaming of jumping up and joining the backup singers, Barack trying hard to be presidential and not giving Fox News any video fodder, and wonder what the previous 43 White House occupants would think if they walked into that room.