For July, it seemed only fitting to celebrate my all-time favorite Jackson 5 song. My favorite, perhaps, because I can so clearly remember the moment I first heard it.
A cool October morning in Berlin, maybe 4 or so years ago, I was sitting in a parked car, waiting for my then paramour while he was attending to some errand. It was on a quiet, residential street lined with tall trees and gorgeous old buildings, next to a small lake with ducks and swans. A large magpie hopped about on the cobbled sidewalk. It was all so elegant, so serene. I was pensive; I'd just flown over to Germany the night before to reunite with someone who I suspected was going to make me very unhappy.
And then this tune came on the radio, and it was like a burst of sunshine interrupting my gloomy ponderings. Like being jabbed in the ribs and cheerfully told to quit being so serious already. I mean, I dare you to sit through this song and maintain a frown. It can't be done.