Music: Black, Blind and on Top of Pop

"What is it, Stevie?" the folks would ask as they dropped a coin on the kitchen table. Though only five, Stevie would chirp right back: "Dime" ... "Nickel" ..."Quarter"—whatever it was. That was more of a feat than it might seem. Steveland Morris had been blind since birth. He had also been unstoppable. By the time he was two, spoons in hand, Stevie was beating away rhythmically on pans and tabletops, or on dime-store cardboard drums. At nine, he was singing and playing harmonica up and down the Detroit ghetto streets, and being eased out...

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