Good stuff but I had to cringe on the Steve Winwood one. Why? In college (85-90.. yes, fiver years: I changed majors rather radically) we had to take a PE class every year. One year I took volleyball. Our teacher had been an All-America level collegiate player, and was only a few years removed from that. She was a HUGE Steve Winwood fan, and blared his music to rock concert levels in the gym every freaking class period the whole semester. I don't often tire of things. I grew weary of Winwood that year, and haven't ever really gotten back to appreciating him.
Perhaps, from that, I can be forgiven.