Where I was when I first heart that song a series
My Cherie Amour by Stevie Wonder
I don’t remember exactly where I was when I first heard Stevie Wonder’s My Cherie Amour, but I do know it was via our local Oldie’s station, Oldie’s 104.3 in Chicago. This is one of those songs I’d always be thrilled about when it came on the radio. There is just something so upbeat and romantic about it. It’s all about unrequited love, a theme that fuels many a good song–most of them sad and wistful. I love those songs, but I am especially impressed with songs about unrequited love that are upbeat, because I think it’s a truthful way to capture these kinds of feelings.
I also remember that I heard this song once in the late winter or early spring, on a very sunny day when I was in the car with my mom. I think seasonally that is the perfect time to hear this song.
I think it’s because the song is all about hoping that something great happens and feeling in a stage where you are on the precipice of something great happening–the looking forward stage–which is what the end of winter is. Truly the thing that motivates me about the end of winter is that we are so close to spring. It is the same as that pre-vacation feeling, where a day before going away, you are excited and perhaps in better spirits than you will be at any other subsequent time. There are actually studies that have found people are happier right before vacations than they are during.
Maybe this is what happens when an unrequited love goes to requited? When Stevie finally attains this love, if he does, it probably won’t be nearly as exciting as when he was in the unrequited stage. Those feelings will dissipate, as they do when you are actually on vacation and it is the second-to-last day when you go home, or as when spring is ending and summer is coming and pretty soon it is late July and then early August, and it starts to feel hot and oppressive, and all you have ahead of you are the days getting shorter and the cold creeping in.
Stevie sings that:
Maybe someday you’ll see my face among the crowd
Maybe someday I’ll share your little distant cloud
Cloud is a perfect word for it. I imagine from afar it is a beautiful, puffy white cumulonimbus cloud in a perfect blue sky, and close up it becomes lower and grayer and less puffy and flattens out.