Regarding my last post, the phrase “Chasing Sammy” is allegorical, which leads me to “Fingertips Pt....

Regarding my last post, the phrase “Chasing Sammy” is allegorical, which leads me to “Fingertips Pt. 2.” Is that a leap or what?

“Everybody say yeah!”

I’ve known men who don’t dance but have been moved to high steppin’ when “Fingertips Pt. 2” rattled out of the speakers. Even that awkward shy guy couldn’t keep from tapping his foot or nodding his head.

The song is virtually free of lyrics; or I should say that the handful of free-style rambling commands are nonpolitical and neutered. No whining and wailing about lost love. No hate the rich, eat the poor ranting. No save the whales.

“Everybody say yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!”

The rhythm and texture of Stevie Wonder’s harmonica back when he was Little Stevie Wonder, and his call to “Clap yo’ hands just a little bit louder” is both sprawling and primordial. And inexplicable … being pulled up out of your chair like that.

Few people sit still through “Fingertips Pt. 2.” Those who do … you, the unmoved … what contrary current powers your electrical system? You missed the rhythm, and like Sammy (who was long lost before he disappeared), you are my curiosity.