Prince – A Revolutionary
Devastated – my adolescence was painted purple by his reign, I was infatuated with his look, his music, his voice, his choices, he was the first person that I can remember saying I want to be like him, I didn’t know that men could be sexy too until he made the taboo cool – he laid down the soundtrack of my wonder years.
I remember my youth filtered through its two obsessions: girls and music. Was there anything else when we were young? I can clearly relive my progression through ages four to twenty-two by the music that I hung on to. Diana Ross, Michael Jackson, Prince, Duran Duran, Bon Jovi, Metallica, Public Enemy, Tupac, Lauryn Hill. And then it all became a blur, as the obsession factor wore off and the music could be enjoyed separately from the artist.
I still remember my father explaining to me when I was six, “Everbody loves Michael Jackson because he’s innocent, and loves Prince because he’s not.” Prepubescent though I might have been, I knew then and there that I wanted to be like Prince.
It’s so strange when your idols die. It makes you remember yourself and what they meant to you. Prince was a force of constant creativity that the whole world will miss. Peace. Love. Music.
This is how I remember him, tainted through my inner adolescent’s eyes:
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