Uptight

Baby, everything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight.  Apart from my cracked ribs and the return of my children to their respective homes.  But what joy we had....well, I did, anyway.

I once visited the Museum of Tamla, rather close to Eight Mile, from where the funniest rapper emanates. One of my bruvs works in the Motor City.

Little Stevie does the business here, as he performed on many other tracks. My other bruv was called Little Stevie when he was a bairn.  I was going to write tonight with an R&R theme but have just spent hours on the phone with me Jamaican correspondent....all right!  Spliff me up Scotty.  Was feeling down but things have perked me up a little.

I have little else to add, having run out of butterfly wisdom due to the fact that I have been talking too long.  Forever, I hear you mutter...

...remember: no-one is better than I, and I am just an average guy.  Stevie Wonder, for those still challenged.

Salute!