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“Prince is dead.”
That’s what the text read.
I couldn’t believe the words that I was reading because you know how social media is nowadays, we kill folks two and three times before and after death. Hell, folks were saying that he was dead after he was hospitalized last week and he ended up doing a concert on Saturday to prove that they were wrong, telling the audience, “Don’t cry for me. Save your prayers.”
Surely, this text was wrong and Prince was fine. Surely….
Of course, I googled “Prince” to check and to my disbelief it was true. In my Dr. Dre voice, I screamed, “Come on, Son,” at the top of my lungs hitting my steering wheel. I must have sat in front of the threading shop for 10 minutes in disbelief. How could this be? He was just fine a few days ago. Why did it have to be him? I don’t wish death on anyone but damn, there wasn’t anyone else who wasn’t worth a damn musically that could have gone in his place. He still had so much to give the world. Really, God…Prince?
I finally pulled it together and walked in to get my eyebrows threaded. The lady asked me, “How are you today?” I responded,”I’ve had better days.” How could I explain that I was devastated because one of my favorite musical artist had just died and the world would never be the same? So, I left it like that and while she was threading my eyebrows, the tears flowed. She must have thought she was really hurting me and stopped several times, for me to “get it together.” That was impossible…I would…we would…never be “together” again.
When I think about Prince, many of his songs are part of the soundtrack of my life. He was a part of my life and behind his music, there remains great memories of different phases, people and times in my life, including having the opportunity of seeing him perform live in LA a few years back. His performance was nothing short of amazing and everything that everyone who had ever saw him perform live had said it would be.
“Prince is dead.”
This feels like a bad dream. It’s a subtle nudge that I’m getting older, which means that the people that I consider to be “the greats” of my time are getting older, as well. I remember, not being able to listen to Prince because of the lyrics of some of his songs in the 80’s and how when Erotic City was played on the radio and we (kids) could have sworn that he was saying “we can fuck into the dawn,” when in actuality he was saying we can funk into the dawn.” LOL! Bad ass kids…
1982, I was 9 years old and at the time, would not have understood the following quote:
All people care about nowadays is getting paid, so they try to do just what the audience wants them to do. I’d rather give people what they need rather than just what they want. – Prince (1982)
Thank you Prince for giving us what we needed over and over again…even when we didn’t know we needed it.