Happy Birthday Stevland Morris, genius since the age of 12 and hopefully for a long time to come. You’re famous, loved and somehow underrated. You released two big-hitting Greatest Hits albums by the time you were 21 and then really got going. You were brilliant before and after that miraculous mid 70s streak, and if we ever need reminding of the fact, we can always just watch Summer of Soul again.

I’ve loved your music since I discovered that the University of Sussex library had copies of Talking Book and Songs in the Key of Life. That’s what institutes of higher learning should be about. You’re also the artist that both me and Mrs Hawkfall most agree on (my better half being somehow immune to the charms of Black Sabbath and Kraftwerk). I believe you occupy this space in more than a few couples’ Venn diagrams.

Here you are as Eivets Rednow.