I’d downloaded “Hang On Little Tomato” to listen to as I wrote. It was totally different from the Stevie Wonder song. The first half was instrumental, with only a horn playing the melody, and then a woman started singing along in the second half. She had a really pretty voice, and she sang about hanging on when you felt sad or alone. If you hung on, everything would be all right. I wasn’t completely sure what you were supposed to hang on to, but I liked the message—the idea that things would get better eventually.
