Jessi Klein's NotBlog

So.

I.

Just saw.

Stevie Wonder.

At the Hollywood Bowl.

Last night I am in a rickety sad little taxi coming home from Burbank airport after a fun week in NYC, and as I always feel in these sad taxis after fun weeks in NYC, I am resentful of the relentless cold fluoresence that is LA’s strip malled landscape.  It is late, I am tired, and feeling just about the same color blue as the lit up 7-11 signs whirring past.

Then:

We ricket down Highland past the Hollywood Bowl marquee.  This marquee is coldly fluorescent like the rest, but still, it flickers forth these warm words:

JULY 7:  STEVIE WONDER

So I called a friend and we went.

It was.  Amazing.

I could go on and on, and maybe tomorrow I will, but for tonight, I will just say, that around 10:15pm, on a beautiful warm night in California, I sat outside with a glass of sangria in my hand as Stevie Wonder, accompanied by the harpist from the Philharmonic, stood up from the piano to sing “If It’s Magic.”  My favorite song.  And in this moment, with the iconic arc lights of the bowl glowing brightly pink with real non fluorescent electricity, I felt one hundred percent perfect joy.

Happy Monday.

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