"To Get Through this Thing Called Life..."
Becoming a Prince Fan
I remember seeing "Purple Rain" in the theatres when it first came out, in 1984, and immediately after, buying the album...played it to death. Here was this guy, with serious eye makeup, in lace, singing crazy, funky songs, shredding like Jimi and looking cool, raw and sexy. Weird coincidence - my daughter had to pick a singer to write a report about in 5th grade, found my album and started listening to "Purple Rain", writing a report on Prince.
I was in my 20's then, living in Brooklyn and working at a tv station, hanging out in the city, dancing and partying...free and easy, no commitments yet. I think all the memories of that era, embedded in the fibers of my brain, flooded back to me, making the shock and sadness of this man's death more potent. Funny how the mind works - sometimes the subconscious takes over without giving you any conscious notice!
After listening to all this music and viewing youtubes of Prince at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Induction ceremony in 2004, killing it with his guitar solo on "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" or the vid of him singing "The Beautiful Ones" while Misty Copeland danced, I became sadder and sadder, as I appreciated Prince's talent, and knew he was no longer on this earth.
I was angry at myself for not enjoying all of his music while he was alive, and not getting the chance to see him live in concert. So, I continued to scroll through the internet, watching the Dave Chappelle skit of Prince playing basketball, then making pancakes for the losers - hysterical, and I re-watched Purple Rain; painted my nails purple, looked up the chords to "Let's Go Crazy" for the piano. Then viewed all the tributes...but nothing was better than watching the videos of his live performances. I was awed and I cried.
The worst part was knowing that this hugely talented musician died alone in an elevator. Can't sweep away the sadness of that. Or the thought that help for whatever addictions he was fighting might have been only a day away. If only that doctor had met with him a day earlier, if the story is true.
I'm sure in time, the Prince music in my head will settle down. Mourning him may continue a little while longer.
"Sometimes, sometimes I wish that life was never ending/ And all good things, they say, never last" - "Sometimes in Snows in April" - Prince