Today I heard that my favorite musician of all time, Prince,
died at the age of 57. I’ve never felt
the way I feel right now after the loss of someone I didn’t know. And I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because Prince, more than any
other figure, represents my home state of Minnesota. Maybe it’s because he is truly larger than
life in every way and to associate death with someone like that is difficult to
comprehend. Maybe it is nothing more
than the fact that his music is so amazing that I’ve grown a one of a kind emotional
connection to it. Maybe it is something
entirely different. I don’t know. But, I’m already struggling to envision a
world without Prince, and it’s been about 3 hours.
It would be impossible for me to pinpoint the first time I
heard Prince. I was born in 1981. Controversy came out that year, 1999 a year
later, and in 1984 Purple Rain was released.
To say that Prince was everywhere at that time would be an understatement. So from the ages of about 3 to 7 when a kid
is learning what music is, Prince was an ever present figure on the radio and MTV. So, As far as I’m concerned, Prince was just
always there. There was no first time.
By the time I was old enough to start making my own
decisions about what kind of music I like, probably about 9 or 10 years old, the
decade of Prince was just wrapping up. Prince
was headed into a different direction with “Diamonds and Pearls” and the ‘Artist
formally known as’ era (an era I, admittedly, never liked much). Meanwhile, my musical tastes were headed down
the road of Pearl Jam and My Bloody Valentine.
Over the course of the next decade or so my journey through the world of
music was immeasurable. But through that time all those same Prince radio hits
of the 80’s like “1999”, “Purple Rain”, and “When Doves Cry” were still the
radio hits of the 90’s. Looking back on it, it’s amazing how much I still heard
those decade old hits on the radio. And
on every station. The Classic Rock station,
The Pop station, the adult contemporary station. All the stations. Prince
from the 80’s was still everywhere. More
than a decade later. Everywhere. And the thing about it was, I loved it. I’d hear “1999” or “Let’s Go Crazy” come on in
the car, and I’d crank that shit up every time.
But, not just me. Everyone. The thing about those songs was, liking them
was not a personal preference. It was
Universal. I simply can’t imagine
someone telling me they don’t care for “1999”.
It’s too good. All those songs
are just too good.
It wasn’t until around the end of high school that I began
to dig into the music of Prince on more than just the surface level. Around this time I had purchased three albums
– 1999, Purple Rain, and Sign O’ the Times. It was here where I changed from someone
that likes Prince songs when I hear them on the radio to a genuine Prince
fan. I would listen to those albums,
specifically Sign O’ the Times, repeatedly. There was a long stretch where every time I
got in the car, one of those albums was in.
While owning these albums, I began to notice a reoccurring theme
in the credits. “Prince – All Vocals and
instruments, except where noted.” And those
notations were few and far between. Prince
wrote everything. Prince played
everything. All the instruments. All the time.
Prince’s multi-instrumental talent, combined with his over
the top eccentricities combined to create one of the longest running and hilarious
inside jokes of my life. One Sunday morning
my friend John and I were coming back from visiting a high school buddy for the
weekend who was going to school at Gustavus. One of us, in conversation askes the other, “What
do you think Prince is doing right now?” The answer, “I don’t know? Probably in his pajamas, eating breakfast, and
sprinting from instrument to instrument” provoked an hour straight of hilarious
gut-busting laughter between the two of us for the rest of the ride home. Now, I get that while reading this, this may
not seem like the funniest thing that you’ve ever heard, and the hilarity may
only be shared by he and I, but you have to admit that imagining the sight of a
tiny five-foot-two-inch man, dressed in eccentric jammies, holding a plate of
pancakes, and sprinting around his house to the point of exhaustion playing
thirty-seven different instruments is amusing to say the least. To this day, some ten to fifteen years later,
It would be difficult for one of us to ask the other, “What do you think Prince
is doing right now?” without cracking up.
Prince was a lot more than his music, though. Prince had a style. Prince had a message. Prince was cool. Prince was cooler than anyone before him, and
Prince will be cooler than anyone that comes after him. If there is one thing that you can look back
on his life and learn, it’s to be yourself.
You’ll never be as cool trying to be someone one else as you will be by
being yourself. He did not dress, play,
act, or think like anyone before him. He
did not want to be the next Jimi Hendrix, he did not want to be the next John
Lennon. Prince wanted to be the next
Prince. You did not get the impression
that Prince was looking around the world trying to figure what people thought
was cool or hip, and then trying to emulate that. Prince never wanted or needed to copy anyone
else. He already knew what cool
was. It was the rest of the world that
didn’t know. He just had to show
us.
Throughout Prince’s music, he also had a reoccurring message. One that today’s untimely passing only
accentuates. Life is short, don’t forget to live it. Whether it be in the overtly sexual lyrics of
songs like “Little Red Corvette”, or the apocalyptic “1999”, or every word in “Let’s
go Crazy”. Do what you want to do, be
with whoever you want to be with, live the life that you want to live and don’t
let anyone else tell you how to live it.
I suppose, I never really got around to talking about my
favorite music of Prince’s, being everything off of the Controversy and Dirty Mind albums.
But, I guess we don’t have time to talk about everything here. If you wanna talk about those sometime, there’s
always a seat for you on our porch and a beer(s) for you in our fridge. Stereo is always on, come over any time you
want.
So, with that said, I’ll just leave you with the words of
the almighty Prince and be on my way.
We're all excited
But we don't know why
Maybe it's 'cause
We're all gonna die
And when we do
What's it all for?
You better live now
Before the grim reaper come knocking on your door