Yesterday morning, a friend and coworker called me on my work phone and shared that she read on yahoo that Prince had died. I told her I didn’t believe her, preceded to Google everything and was convinced the story wasn’t about him but about some other poor soul at his home. Then by early afternoon, the news was confirmed, Prince was dead. Shock is too mild of a word. I was electrocuted with denial.
You see, I love Prince. Always have. My mom took us with her to see Purple Rain at the movie theater way back in 1984. She covered our eyes during the naughty parts and for the longest time, I thought they were much naughtier than they actually were. I own this rock masterpiece of a film on Blu-Ray
and watched it last night while in mourning. I saw Graffiti Bridge at the theater. Yes – Graffiti Bridge. It was not a good movie, but it was Prince and I loved him. One of my sweet friends even surprised me on my 19th birthday with tickets to the CocaCola Starplex for Prince’s Jam of the Year Tour on August 9, 1997. To this day, it ranks as one of my best birthdays ever!
My husband and I are so regretful that we didn’t see Prince when he was in Vegas. Luckily, we have the Prince – Live at the Aladdin Las Vegas DVD
which I know we will watch all weekend long. Prince could rock that guitar. He was an artist. Such a truly gifted man with creativity oozing from his heeled boots. His brand is more than iconic. I mean, what a genius. His name is Prince so he decides to make the color purple his signature. Simple and magnificent marketing. And now, we will never see him live in concert again. I am so sad people. When you are a big fan of a celebrity or musician and they pass away, it hurts as much as a family member. I’m grieving the loss of this talented, unique, strong and deeply mysterious man. The doves are crying and so am I…
