Oh, Stevie Wonder, I don’t remember when or where this song came into my life, and honestly, right before I hit the play button, I couldn’t remember exactly how this one went for whatever reason. I knew that I liked it but assumed it was just because you made it. But then that guitar started playing and I remembered why your last name is Wonder. I also realized I’ve never paid attention to the lyrics. For one thing, I always thought “thirteen-month-old baby” was “thirteenth month of maybe”, which even though I had no idea what that meant, sounded really cool and really superstitious. So maybe I’ll just use that for something else since you technically didn’t sing it. Only inspired it. And obviously I knew this song was about being superstitious, but I didn’t realize that it was about how being superstitious is not a good thing. Which I can get behind, Stevie Wonder. I’m not super superstitious, but I’ve got my stuff. I will absolutely pick up a penny to avoid bad luck. And as I’ve established before, I am scared to death of demonic possession, so a Ouija board is right out. I also have a tendency to doublecheck if all the doors are locked 2-4 times before I go to bed every night. So I guess some of this might just be OCD? I don’t know, Stevie Wonder, but whatever I’ve got, this is a pretty great soundtrack to go along with it.