Everyone from Toronto to Melbourne said that his cover of Bob Marley’s “Waiting in Vain” was magical. I wish I could find a video to share with you, but I can’t… I guess I’ll never see it for myself… or hear it. Musicians from my life soundtrack keep dying.
A friend of mine’s big sister had his album back when I was in, oh I dunno, second, maybe third grade – I think. We were at her house and we had a dance contest. I remember having no idea what I was doing, but they told me I was a good dancer. I decided to believe them. Something about his songs made me feel alive and powerful and talented. That day made me believe that I could actually do something that I could clearly… could… not… do.
That was the magic of Prince. Everything he did and was defied all superstar logic. He was 5’ 2”, wore high heels, and his eye makeup game was on point at all times. His skin, at 57, looked like he washed it three times a day in the tears that those doves were crying… Within 45 minutes of his death he was number one on iTunes. He shouldn’t have been a star… He should still be with us, not among the stars. I shouldn’t have been a dancer. But he was. But he is. But I am.
Rest in peace Prince Rogers Nelson. June 7, 1958 – April 21, 2016.