Saddened by Prince's death
The first time I heard a song from Prince I was like 13 or 14 years old. I Wanna Be Your Lover was on the playlist of every disc jockey at the Music Circus Night Club in Mandeville at the time. I can't dance to save my life - my wife can attest to this - but that song made me dance, even if my feet were moving to the wrong beats.
By the time Little Red Corvette came out a couple years later, I knew I was going to be a Prince fan for life. Then I heard 1999 that was the title track for the album that year and it became my anthem. It was a song I could relate to.
Back then there was this unspoken belief that the world was going to come to an end in the year 2000, so when Prince sang, "I was dreamin' when I wrote this, forgive me if it goes astray, but when I woke up this mornin'/ could've sworn it was judgement day/ The sky was all purple, there were people runnin' everywhere/ Tryin' to run from the destruction, you know I didn't even care/ Say two thousand zero party over, oops, out of time/ So tonight I'm gonna party like it's 1999,", we all knew what that meant. And that beat was so infectious.
As the years passed and I became a man every time I heard a Prince song I would literally become a child once more. Let's Go Crazy, Raspberry Beret, When Doves Cry, A Love Bizarre, Purple Rain, Diamonds And Pearls, U Got the Look, and Most Beautiful Girl In The World, a song I once dedicated to my wife, are songs we all know, songs that made us feel good inside.
I was such a huge Prince fan that even when he changed his name to that weird symbol thingy, I was still calling him Prince because he was who I identified with.
In more recent years we didn't hear much from him, but I do remember him performing at the Super Bowl half-time show in early 2007 and it was just fantastic. That was what performing was all about - the music, not this groin-thrusting madness we see from Beyonce that kids call performance these days. His Super Bowl performance was so incredible you almost forgot that the Colts were playing the Bears and that there a second half to come.
I am rambling about this because I am trying to come to terms with the news that broke yesterday that Prince, the legendary entertainer, had died at age 57. His death comes almost seven years since Michael Jackson's departure.
Incidentally, both men were born in 1958. Prince on June 7, Jackson on August 29. They were both strange, but then genius comes with a price. Name me one genius who was 'normal'. Both are now gone. All the good ones are going or have gone.
It is a struggle writing this because I can't seem to find the right words to express my anguish. These legendary entertainers who bring so much joy to your life tend to be taken for granted. It's almost as if we believe they will always be there and we can always reach back for an old CD, or tape, or find them in their digital forms online. But when their physical presence finally departs, it hits like a ton of bricks because it is then you realise that their creative genius that we took for granted for so long is gone forever.
Rest in Peace Prince Rogers Nelson.
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