I played my Purple Rain cassette tape so much that the writing completely disappeared off the cassette. Didn’t matter, because I knew the order of the tracks off by heart. Like most, it was the hits that initially grabbed me… When Doves Cry, Let’s Go Crazy, Purple Rain. But what really sealed the deal for me was The Beautiful Ones. Seriously, give it a listen (if you still have the cassette, 3rd track, Side 1). So much beauty and so much pain packed into one song.
An unbelievable musician and poet. I would ‘unpack’ the lyrics of Prince songs for days…
If I Was Your Girlfriend, would you let me dress you? I mean, help you pick out your clothes before we go out? Not that you’re helpless, but sometimes, those are the things that bein’ in love’s about.
Prince put out countless albums. Many of them celebrated, others less so. But every album had something only Prince could do. And he didn’t give a single fuck what anyone thought.
He wore heels.
He wore make-up.
He wore assless chaps when he performed at the MTV Music Awards.
Didn’t. Give. A. Fuck.
He was punk, but he did it funky.
I could write about Prince for days. Right now, I feel like crying.