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“Once upon a time, in France, there lived a bad boy named Christopher Tracy. Only one thing mattered to Christopher . . . money. The women he knew came in all sizes shapes and colors. And they all were rich; very rich.
Private concertos, kind words and fun is what Christopher had to offer them. Yes . . . Christopher lived for all women, but he died for one. Somewhere along the way he learned the true meaning of love.”
On July 2, 1986, the masterpiece known as Under the Cherry Moon was released.
Oh wait . . . full disclosure; Under the Cherry Moon is my favorite movie. So in my eyes it is a masterpiece.
Under the Cherry Moon is the story of Christopher Tracy: a gigolo living in France, doing his gigolo thing with rich divorcees of the French Riviera. While pursing his goal of obtaining riches at the hands of beautiful women, he falls for his (potentially most profitable) mark. Mayhem ensues and so begins an entertaining love story between the gigolo with pipe dreams and a bratty heiress who yearns for freedom.
Goodness will guide
When Love is inside
Until then . . .
Did I mention I love this movie?
I can’t list all the reasons why I love this movie. I’d be here all night. I think I’ve mentioned the fact that Prince is my favorite musician. So obviously that is one reason. Let me see . . . I touched on one thing during our podcast; when I was growing up in the 80s we didn’t see lot of love stories with Black men (or women) in lead roles. Therefore, this was something special for me. Then you have this unabashedly confident Black man not only pursuing a romance with a beautiful rich white woman, but also having quite a few onscreen liaisons with other rich white women (and a variety of women off-screen). That was practically taboo in Hollywood movies. Well, it kinda still is, when I think about it. Now I’m not boasting about Christopher being a gigolo, but I am proud that in 1986 I got to see Black man in a role that was unheard of for people like me. Back then men of color were sidekicks; nothing more. Some may have had wives or girlfriends, but we never saw any parts of a romantic relationship play out for them. Don’t let me get started on the lack of romance and love for women of color.
In addition to having people of color in two of the main roles, Under the Cherry Moon was pretty diverse for that time. Some of the minor characters and many of background characters were people of color. I point that out, because again, that was something that just wasn’t done in Hollywood movies in the 80s. It’s hardly ever done today.
I am nothing without your touch, my love
I am nothing without your kiss
2 spend each night in your arms, my flower
Is mans idea of bliss
2 not hear your voice each day
Is 2 die 7 times by Gods wrath
If there was anything other than human
I’d be the water in your bath
Keeping it 100, I originally went to see Under the Cherry Moon because Prince was the star of the movie. I loved the movie because of Prince . . . so I thought. I love clichéd tropey love stories. I am always down for a good rom-com, I read the occasional romance novel and romance anime are at the top of my list. Sweet fictional love is where it’s at for me. Top it off with a person of color being the object of that love, and I’m all in. So, in my mind, of course I’d love Under the Cherry Moon. It has it all – boy meets girl, boy loses girl, boy fights to get girl back. Throw in some angst caused a jealous brother and an overbearing father that doesn’t want to lose his daughter (or her money) to a con-artist gigolo. Back it up with one of the best Prince soundtracks and you have the makings of a beautiful thing. Oh my goodness, Parade is such an amazing soundtrack.
Haters can deny it all they want; Under the Cherry Moon was a good movie. Was is Oscar caliber? Nope! But, so what! Neither was 90% percent of the junk that came out that year. It was what it was – pure unadulterated fluff, slightly corny with enough charm to entertain those who didn’t walk in wanting to find a reason to dislike it. I’m not going to go into all the details of the negativity came from critics, the audience and one of the co-stars. If you like, you can here about that in our podcast, Press Rewind – Under the Cherry Moon or read about it online. I’m just here about the love of my favorite movie.
If you haven’t seen Under the Cherry Moon, I suggest you check it out. I have no disclaimers. If you like, you like; if you don’t, you don’t.
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“How can I stand to stay where I am?
Poor butterfly who don’t understand
Why can’t I fly away in a special sky?
If I don’t find my destiny soon,
I’ll die in your arms under the cherry moon.” – Prince
Woo hoo! It’s the 30th anniversary Under the Cherry Moon. Rachele talks about her favorite movie with Leona, and Tea.
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Town Hall Meeting is a monthly podcast where we talk about any and all things fandom. In our first installment, Tea, Leona and Chele share some laughs, love and memories of Prince.
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I Feel Just Like the Sky . . .
I was afraid to write this tribute to Prince because I thought I would cry. I started writing it about 6 days ago and kept putting it off to avoid the tears. I’d write a bit then walk away. However, in spite of the sadness I felt during the writing process, I actually spent more time singing and dancing to his songs than crying. Writing this, and listening to his music, was cathartic. I’m glad I finally sat down and put my thoughts into words.
It’s been over a week since Prince passed away. It really is difficult to believe. I feel sad and kind of heartbroken. Although I’ve had the great pleasure of being face-to-face with Prince, I didn’t know him personally. He was a celebrity; a world renowned singer, musician, songwriter, and entertainer. However, I took his death like I had lost a good friend or relative. In many ways that’s how it feels. Sometimes I can’t help but wonder why I feel like I’ve lost a loved one, but I guess in a way I have. Prince is (not was, is) my favorite artist/musician. For so long, I’ve found inspiration from him and his music. Now he’s gone.
Why You Wanna Treat Me So Bad, When You Know I Love You?
I first became enchanted by the amazing artist known as Prince when I was a little girl. I was watching American Bandstand with my father and Prince was the guest. I was immediately mesmerized by him. In my opinion, his performance was perfection. He was really into his music, almost as if he was in another world. However, when it was time to be interviewed by Dick Clark, he was more like a shy teenage boy. This was awesome because he was shy just like me.
I had never seen anyone like him before- a black man with long curly hair, dressed like the lead singer of a rock band and playing an electric guitar. See, Jimi Hendrix died before I was born. Although my parents listened to all kinds of music from The O’Jays and Aretha Franklin to War and Led Zeppelin; Prince was an anomaly for me. This introverted extrovert who stood out from soul singers and rock n’ roll musicians alike, eventually became my favorite artist.
At such a young age, I never understood the impact Prince and his music would have on me; or the whole world for that matter.
Am I Black or White? Am I Straight or Gay?
The more popular Prince became, the more curious people became. I guess he was a little controversial, even going back to the releases of Prince, Dirty Mind and Controversy. I never understood why- maybe because we live in a society where people feel the need to pretend to be chaste and Puritanical. Then again, maybe it’s because some people are stupid and look for negativity.
I suppose the lyrics to some of Prince’s songs were “controversial,” especially in the early 80s. He sang about sex, having fun and rebelling against the system; these were typical topics of people in their teens and early 20s. He also had a lot to say about politics and the state of affairs at that time, but all people heard was sex, sex, and more sex. All people saw was the style of his dress.
In “Ronnie Talk to Russia,” Prince is singing about the United States’ conflict with Russia and all people cared about was whether he wore panties and liked hand jobs. Ugh, this world. We were under the threat of a potential nuclear holocaust and all people were thinking was “sex is bad.” Uhh! Where were the priorities back then? Oh, there were none. They were too busy trying to tear down the fabric of our nation while holding back people of color, women, the LGBTQ community and the impoverished. Oopsy, I stumbled onto my soap box. My apologies. I’ll keep it moving.
The way Prince dressed and looked really caused concern for people. I didn’t get it. Maybe because I was young. Maybe because I was a girl. Nope, it was probably because I wasn’t a backwards thinking Neanderthal. I understood that people had complexities and differences; and believed that all people didn’t need to look and think alike.
Throughout his entire career, Prince was a sexy, confident man who didn’t seem to be moved by machismo and false bravado. He was comfortable in his own his skin and being the man he was. In my opinion, that was one of the greatest things about him. I wish all men had that type of confidence- hell all people. Prince came up in a time when men, especially black men, had this ludicrous idea about what was considered manly or what made a man a man. Prince defied those ideals. He blurred lines. Wearing lace, thigh highs or high heel boots didn’t emasculate him, it made him all the more appealing and confident. He was shy but he kept his head held high no matter what he was wearing, no matter what people said about him.
I always wondered why people cared. Why did it matter if was straight or gay? What difference did it make to them? Were men interested and wondering if they had a shot?
I knew people who wouldn’t listen to his music because they thought he was gay. What a bunch of ignorant assholes! They missed out on some great music because they thought his sexuality didn’t conform to their ideals. Fools. I can’t stand those type of people. When I was younger, I’d let them know. I argued with many people over Prince. Talking negatively about him was like talking about one of my family members. I was not having that. You see, I was a very loyal and dedicated friend. (Side note: Prince didn’t like the word fan because it’s short for the word fanatic. So he called his “fans” friends.)
I never understood anyone questioning his race or ethnicity either. I guess his style of music brought about those questions. What? Black people can’t listen to or compose rock music. He didn’t fit into any one particular mold. His music was too rock to be R&B or Soul, but he was black so there’s no way it was rock n’ roll. Given the roots of rock n’ roll, let’s just sit back and chew on that for a second then laugh out loud at the absurdity of that. In actuality he would have fit nicely in both genres, plus jazz. If people had really listened to his music instead of just judging one or two songs and his appearance they would have known. Honestly, I think they did and were intimidated by him. This one man did more than crossover; he merged genres that were divided more by race than music styles.
I don’t know Prince’s sexual preferences or the details of his sexuality; we never talked about it 😉 Judging by the lyrics to some of his songs, I tend to believe he was gender fluid. And that’s great. He was a person ahead of his time. People in the 70s, 80s and 90s didn’t get him and he didn’t care. People didn’t need to get him. Ha! The only thing that mattered to me was that I loved him. People today need people like Prince, David Bowie, Freddie Mercury… I could go on. There are people in this world who need to know it’s okay to identify however you please. David Bowie and Freddie Mercury were white, British rock stars; Americans could blame the culture and move on. The reason it’s so important that Prince existed and became famous is because he was a black man from the Midwest. Black people and other people of color needed to see someone who looked like them without conforming to the norm.
2000 Zero, Zero . . . Party Over . . . Oops Out of Time
1999 was the first Prince album I bought. I was still in elementary school, so I didn’t understand half the stuff he was singing about. But hey, there was some good music for dancing. The songs on this album were epic in length. I’m talking about songs over six minutes long. The only other people that I knew of that were making songs this long were Parliament/Funkadelic. And they were freakin’ awesome. I have to admit, even though I listened to the album quite often, I didn’t really hear what he was saying until I was older. After really listening to the album, I’m so happy I didn’t play it in its entirety around my mother. Because it would have been “bye-bye Prince, I’ll see you when I’m 18 . . . maybe”.
How Can You Just Leave Me Standing Alone in a World That’s so Cold?
Hey everybody, Prince is going to be in a movie. Oh, I am so going to see it.
As Prince’s popularity grew it was only natural that he’d get to star in a movie. Am I right? Of course I am. And of course I had planned on going to see it. But first, I bought the soundtrack. Oh my goodness, Purple Rain was such an amazing album. By the time it was released, I was a Prince connoisseur; at least in my head. I wasn’t really. Owning two albums does not an expert make; but years later I would know all things Prince. Well, all things that were within a respectable limit, which were not based on rumor and fodder, which he allowed me as a friend to know.
My favorite song was “The Beautiful Ones,” and guess who he was singing to. Yeppers- he was singing to me. That’s believable, right? Well it could have been me, except he didn’t know me and I was only 13 years old. So, yeah, there was no way he was singing to me. But hey, a gal could dream and I did. Why not? What teenage girl didn’t want Prince singing “The Beautiful Ones” or any other song to them?
When Purple Rain was released in the theatre, my mother took me, my younger sister Tea, and our cousins Tony, AJ and Sabrina, to see it. This is something I think I will never forget for the rest of my life. Ok so, we went to the theatre at Southgate. We were a few minutes late and I was freaking out a little as if I was late for the prom or my first wedding. When we got there we’d already missed a little bit of the opening; the performance of “Let’s Go Crazy” was almost over. The theatre was packed, so we couldn’t all sit together. Tony, AJ and I sat in one row; my mom, Tea and Sabrina sat directly behind us. I’m sitting there starry eyed staring at the screen enjoying this spectacular movie. The movie progresses and I’m loving every second. Now, Apollonia almost ruined everything by stripping off her clothes to purify herself in the waters of Lake Minnetonka. My mother told the boys to clothes their eyes and it was all good.
“That ain’t Lake Minnetonka.” Hahaha, that’s hilarious! I looked back at my mother – who sat stone-faced. Oh, I guess not. Back to the movie. As the story goes, The Kid and Apollonia develop a relationship. They go to his place, I figured for a date. At some point, The Kid and Apollonia start kissing, one thing leads to another, and she comes out of her clothes, again. The Kid starts to…well, you know how the scene goes. My mother puts hands over Tony and AJ’s eyes and yells “let’s go!” What? Are you kidding me? All eyes were on us. A man next to us started laughing. I was completely mortified and angry. The movie wasn’t even close to being over. I pulled her arm and yelled: “What the hell, Mom?! It’s only been 20-30 minutes!” Oh wait nope, I didn’t really say that. My mother was not a woman to be trifled with. Had I said that, I would not be here to share that story. But as you can imagine, I was pretty peeved.
Needless to say, I’ve never seen Purple Rain in its entirety on the big screen. When it came out on VHS, my father rented it for my sister and me. He watched the beginning with us up to the love scene. At that point, he clicked fast forward. When The Kid and Apollonia were done, my father told us to enjoy the movie and left the room. Thanks Dad, you’re the greatest!
We Can Fuck Until the Dawn . . .
Wait! He said we can funk. Didn’t you hear him?
For some singers the B-side to a single is some remix of the single or worse some dud that never made it to the album. Prince B-sides were always just as good as the single and were worthy of being on the album. It was as if he was going to add a few more and the label gave him a limit and he was like “Oh well, I’ll just put it on a B-side”. There are so many singles I bought for the B-side (or the 12” EP remix). I mean, I already had the album but I just had to have the B-side. I think that’s why he eventually released The Hits/The B-Sides. He knew everyone loved his B-sides as much as they loved the songs that made it to the album.
I owned most of them, but the one that stands out the most was “Erotic City.” This was another Purple Rain moment. I bought the single on 45. I had it, played it and enjoyed it for a few hours before my mother came home from work. It was playing when she walked in the house.
“We can fuck until the dawn, making love ’til cherry’s gone.”
My mother stopped in her tracks and asked me how much I paid for it. I’d paid $1.59. So she pulled two bucks out of her purse then took my record and snapped it half. I picked up the pieces and glared at her, shouting “What the ever loving hell, Mom?!” Oh wait, another delusional memory. That didn’t happen- have you met my Mom?? I didn’t say it but I probably wanted to. Not only did she break the record I had just bought, she did it in front of my friends. Good grief, my mom had no chill back then.
Keep in mind this was before Tipper Gore and her ilk, the Parental Music Resource Center (PMRC) decided parents weren’t mature enough to decide what music their children could and couldn’t listen to. Well that’s how I took it. My mother proved them wrong that day. Oh yeah and I did say ilk. Musicians had been cussing in songs and singing about sex forever. It wasn’t until singers like Prince, hip-hop artists and gender blurred heavy metal artists started crossing into the mainstream that it became a problem. What are the common denominators that suddenly caused such an uproar that a U.S. senator’s wife felt the need to reach out to congress to force record labels and musicians to put warning label their music? I always laugh at the fact that they say the music was marketed to children and their denial of censorship. They got their parental warnings and most musicians saw an increase in sales. So, I guess it worked out in the end. Welp, let me kick my soap box to the side and get back to the man of the hour.
I Guess We’ll Make Love Under the Cherry Moon
Yes! Under the Cherry Moon, what would soon become my favorite movie was release in 1986. Looking back, I was surprised my mother let us go see it. I mentioned that today and she said it was because we were older. It probably helped that the movie was PG-13 and I had just turned 15; yep, practically a woman. Not really, but I didn’t care. So my sisters Tea, Leona and I went to see it the day it opened. We were there before the theater opened. It was a work day, so there weren’t many people in the theater, which made it all the better. No one was crowded up on me while I’m trying to enjoy Christopher Tracey in all his glory. Ooh, I loved this movie. I loved it so much my sisters and I went back to see it that evening. There were more people there and I could swear the man who laughed as me as I was being dragged out of Purple Rain was sitting nearby. Guess what! It was just as good the second time. And it was just as good when I watched it last week.
Sadly, Under the Cherry Moon, didn’t do so well at box office and critics panned it. I guess you can’t please everyone. People just didn’t get the complexities of a gigolo falling in love with his mark. It could happen. Some people had a problem with the fact that it was black and white. That’s called art people.
In a Word or 2, It’s U I Wanna Do . . . No Not Cha Body, Ya Mind U Fool
It was obvious that Prince was a sexual being. He expressed his love for sex and what it meant physically and mentally via his music. Not only did he love sex, he loved love. Think about it: if a person loves you the way Prince loves in his songs, you’d truly live the ultimate high.
“Until the end of time, I’ll be there for you.
You own my heart and mind. I truly adore you.
If God one day struck me blind your beauty I’d still see.
Love’s too weak define just what you mean to me.”
Are you kidding me? Who doesn’t want to hear the person they love say something like this to them? Prince made me set my standards high. His words made me want a love that was probably unattainable. Not just a fairy tale love but a love that goes deeper than cooing at each other like teenagers or sexing each other up like newlyweds. But that doesn’t really exist- no, it has to be real. That kind of love is out.
While he would sing about this wonderful love, he would also sing about having a broken heart or not being able to experience the love he desired.
“’Cause I’m so alone
It ain’t like my life is ended
But more like it never started”
Oh, he’d just make you so sad.
“You’ve been gone seventeen days
Seventeen long nights
The main drag is knowing that
You’re holding someone else tight”
Who is this person that broke his heart?
Then there’s the sexy love making songs.
“Do me Baby, like you’ve never done before.
Ooh give to me until I just can’t take no more.”
Now that’s some baby making stuff right there.
“Slow and slippery, groovy
If we bathe in each other’s hips
In other words, get close enough to stick”
Aw, come on now.
“All I wanna see is the love in your eyes (hey, lover)
And all I wanna hear is your sweet love sighs
All I wanna feel is burning flames (hey, lover)
Tell me, tell me, baby, that U feel the same”
Gah! This guy and his sexy talk. I loved it.
“I could tell u things 2 get u excited,
things u never heard
U know the Kama Sutra?
I could re-write it with half as many words”
When I got older and understood it, of course. I learned something important from Prince’s music; sex wasn’t dirty and was it was okay to be a sexual person.
Money Don’t Matter Tonight
Prince wrote love songs, songs about sex, songs that made you want to dance and he also wrote songs about what was going on in the world around us. You could tell in his music that he cared about the state of the world and our country. Through is music he spoke out against war, crime, poverty and the destruction of the environment. You also learned from his music that he cared about the plight of being poor and black. Unbeknownst to many, Prince was a compassionate philanthropist. He donated his time and money to a lot of worthy causes such as Marva Collins’ Westside Preparatory School Teacher Training Institute. He was also the man behind Green For All and Yes We Code.
Yes We Code means a lot to me because its purpose is to help underprivileged people find opportunities and success in the tech industry. As a woman of color, I know that there aren’t of lot people like me working in the tech field and there are not many opportunities for us. When I went to school to become a graphic designer we had to learn programming and coding in addition to designing. I was one of four women in the programming class (the only black woman). In the design classes I was one of five students of color and again the only black woman. We need organizations like Yes We Code to more people of color and women into tech careers. So, thank you Prince. Thank you for your passion and desire to push people forward.
God Made You, God Made Me, He Made Us All Equally
Prince embraced his sexuality and his religion. If you listened to his music you knew that. On almost every album he made a reference to his love for God. In the song “Controversy,” he recited The Lord’s Prayer. In “The Cross,” he spoke of the coming of Christ. He also spoke of the coming of our Lord at the end of “Darling Nikki.” In a song that starts off talking about a woman pleasuring herself in a hotel lobby then their eventual one night stand, he then talks about God. At the end of “Temptation,” he seems like he’s having a conservation with God. That was my take on it, at least.
For me, that was another thing to love about him. He loved sex, he embraced gender fluidity and he had a deep spirituality and love for God. In a country where people believe you can’t love God and enjoy sex, Prince defied them and proved them wrong.
Up Yours . . . Smile . . . That’s Right, You’re a Star
Prince was a very private man. However, in life and death the tabloids have no respect for his privacy. I did not read gossip about him while he lived, I did not read gossip about him when he passed away and I will continue to never read gossip about him. I don’t care how he died. All I know is my favorite artist is gone. I will never get to see another live performance and I will never have the pleasure of experiencing what he had planned for the future. He will be missed. But like they say his legacy will live on through his music.
Rest in Peace, Prince Rogers Nelson. I wish you Love, I wish you heaven.
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I know it took me a while but this has been quite a week. So…ever since last Thursday when the news broke that Prince Rogers Nelson had passed away, I have heard the same line uttered many times: people will remember where they were when they found out. True- I will remember where I was and how I felt but I prefer remembering so many other moments and feelings.
I remember where I sat when he pointed at me and my sister at his concert in Atlanta in 2004, saying we knew how to jam. *insert high-pitched squeals here* I remember driving a long distance to Cleveland only months earlier to see him with both my sisters and my niece during that same tour. I even remember being with my other sister in a standing room only venue trying hard to get a peek of him shredding on stage in spite of the fact that almost everyone else present was certainly taller than us. Just hearing his voice and knowing we were in the same space- that’s the memory I prefer to have. I’ll even go so far as to say I remember the missed opportunities, when either work, mommy duty, or work AND mommy duty kept me from seeing him perform a few more times- including his final performance.
I have many preferred memories when it comes to Prince. I prefer to remember that he really LIVED!
“I want to live life to the ultimate high. Maybe I’ll die young, like heroes die.”
Prince, as far as I could see, seemed to truly experience life and feel every emotion. He could speak to us through lyrics, poetry, instrumentation, energetic dance moves, and classic meme-worthy facial expressions. He was the greatest performer I ever witnessed and he stood among the ranks of some amazing talent. Beyond the music, he enriched people’s lives through charity.
Prince, the man, did die young like the heroes he spoke of. Fortunately for us, his music will always live on. Little did he know, or at least feel deserving enough to realize, Prince is a hero to many. On top of being such an incredible musical genius, he gave to others, paved the way for others, inspired others through art, and consistently gave voice to the the voiceless- including those who didn’t even realize they had no voice! He broke the rules of conformity and then reached his hand back for others to also break those rules and be “Free” (for “there’s many a man who’s not”). It’s been said many times about Prince, but he helped make it okay to love yourself and be comfortable in your own skin. He touched on–NO, he dug deep into race, gender, sexuality, and religion; with genuine concern for human and animal rights. I think it’s safe to say we wouldn’t have been exposed to the talent of artists like Lenny Kravitz, D’Angelo, Van Hunt, Nikka Costa, Janelle Monae, and countless others, without his influence.
“Love’s too weak to define…”
My sisters and I were known in our family to be Prince lovers. I honestly cannot remember a moment in my life when I didn’t absolutely love Prince. By the time I was born, he’d had a few albums under his belt and I feel like I’ve always known him. We had his music on every medium: vinyl, cassette, VHS tapes where we recorded all of his music videos (especially from Video Vibrations on BET). By late 1986 we had his music on compact disc- I even remember how fun it was to go back and find the ones that were being re-released on CD, like For You. Man I listened to that like it was really brand new; I was like 8 years old!
The movies are their own story. I was a baby when Purple Rain was released but when I was old enough to work a VCR on my own, I watched it…a lot. Before anyone raises a finger to judge me or my family, understand that I was a small child moved by the music. I was looking at incredibly talented people of color and women kicking ass! I didn’t see sex. I didn’t see it as an influence over me. I saw Wendy and Lisa as musicians. I saw Apollonia go for hers. I saw Billy running a club while Morris and The Kid led amazing bands. I saw a great Rock ‘n Roll story.
We saw Under the Cherry Moon in the theater, twice- don’t ask me how old I was; you can do the math. When we saw Batman, we already knew all of the songs.
We saw Graffiti Bridge and practically knew the dialogue having watched the videos multiple times before the movie came out. Sure it wasn’t the best but it was his. He was speaking to us all through his music, despite his uneven, sometimes corny moments. Everyone has a misstep but we loved this one and would defend it to anyone who told us it wasn’t fantastic.
We saw Joffrey Ballet perform a show called Billboards, and it was all Prince music. One of our first CD-ROMs on our home computer was a Prince game where you could tour his studio and unlock the combinations to vaults by knowing the songs. I saw Girl 6 because his music was the soundtrack. I know I’m getting a little redundant but he brought us out. He called to us. My sisters and I have our differences but one very distinct bond we share is a love for Prince.
I remember in 7th grade I had to do a current events project and I wanted to challenge my classmates to name more Prince songs than I could. I was so confident that anyone who could beat me would win $100 from me. Of course I didn’t have $100, but I wasn’t worried because no one could win! I knew Prince like that.
“What makes you a real lover?”
All this said, the older I got, the more out of touch I became. The analogy that comes to mind is Prince as the uncle everyone loves. He’s fun, he challenges the norm, he’s everything your parents are NOT! My problem is, I stopped checking in on him. I knew where he was and what he was doing but I wasn’t picking up the phone. What do I mean? Well the last album I really KNEW was 3121 and that came out 10 years ago! I bought the next two albums Planet Earth and Lotus Flow3r immediately, and I liked them but they both came out at crazy times in my life so I only kinda knew them. Later, because I’m not that savvy with the digital age, I fell completely behind. As much as I enjoyed the music I heard from Art Official Age and HITnRUN, I didn’t buy them right away. I downloaded a song or two and re-watched performances on my DVR but that was it. I fell out of touch and I didn’t even realize it. I kept thinking I would get around to it then I didn’t. I would get upset that I couldn’t see him in one of his many pop-up shows but who was I? Am I any different from all of the people I politely smile at (while rolling my eyes on the inside) when they can only name “Purple Rain” and “1999” as if they’re his only songs in spite of the fact that he has released tons of music in the past 30 years? Okay, I’m a little different but in this past week I questioned that.
Without fail, I have always recorded or at least stopped what I was doing for every television appearance I could: SNL, The Tonight Show, Lopez Tonight–I even tuned in to award shows that I abhor just to hear his voice, and all he did was say a few words. Still, I didn’t realize I wasn’t checking in and now, he’s gone. It feels like I missed something. It feels like the kind of passing where you didn’t get to at least say “goodbye.” I feel some kind of way about this timing. I moved to another city and not even two months later he was in my old stomping grounds. I wanted to go back but it just wasn’t realistic. I was reassured I would get to see him in concert again, but now I won’t.
So, like many people I binged on the music video marathons over the weekend (“Partyman (extended)!” “Mountains!” I literally screamed for “Screams of Passion!”) and watched shows I never would normally watch just to hang on him a little bit longer. Then a thought hit me last night. I was in my car listening to “Here,” from the LotusFlow3r set. That song always makes my heart flutter and my eyes misty but I was one step from bawling this time. I hadn’t heard it in quite a while and I realized I just want him “Here” but he isn’t. I realized the music is what I have left, then I smiled. The real thing he wanted us to remember was his music and boy do I have enough memories to last a lifetime.
“My Love is Forever”
For everyone wanting something to remember- remember sneaking to listen to “Erotic City” or to watch “Purple Rain.” Remember being shocked by his ass being out when he performed “Gett Off” on the VMAs. Remember his induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and that performance! Remember the Super Bowl Halftime in 2007- the best one ever! Above anything, remember the feeling his music gives you. Feel love, heartache, inspiration, spirituality, unity, acceptance, and so much more! Remember the stories he left us with. I have many more but I would be here all day. I may not get to see him perform live on stage again but when I think about all of the remarkable moments, it makes me feel much better.
” U Make My Sun Shine” and “I Wish U Heaven.”
RIP Prince Rogers Nelson
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