This morning has been a Prince all-encompassing morning. I spent my Saturday morning listening to interviews, reviews documentaries about Prince – Prince Rogers Nelson. It was definitely not on the lists of things to do but seeing a short clip of his latest live performance on Facebook drew me to his presence in a meaningful way. It made me wanted to know more, schedule a Prince micro adventure and minimize my Saturday chores.
As a Caribbean teenager in the 1980’s I did not pay much attention to him, perhaps I am weird or was fizzy-brained then. His sexuality then, perhaps was dismissed not thought of at the time. His presence then to me was he was just an infinitely weird rock star who wore; makeup, high heeled shoes, flashy clothes and permed his hair. Of course, there would have been some who would vociferously discredit his “dysfunction” and let it be heard or even call him a baffling eccentric. For me looking back, we would have even thought he had a gender confusion or looked even alien.
When you heard his music all that was dismissed you enjoyed his music, his lyrics were catchy it made and still makes us sing get up and dance. His presence now; a man who seemed to shed persona’s and had a knack for it, he looks sexy, alluring, vulnerable, adored, stunning. A man who had a thing for beautiful women. A man who had passion and made others feel it. His cerebral pursuits are celebrated; he took himself seriously.
Prince’s image and his songs conjure a powerful emotion/reality of the 1980’s. I will go a step further to say they are nostalgic as they present a mixed feeling of the happiness and freedom of the young and the sadness of age and death as he is no longer with us. However, I would not say it stirs or evokes a longing to recall any particular moment in the 1980’s.
I would not say I am a star worshiper, a fan or someone who followed his career. “Purple Rain” the song he sang and” Nothing Compares to you” the song he wrote for Sinead O’Connor is inevitably felt with much sentimentality; it is definitely a preserve of the old that you do not mind recalling; it has a hook. Isn’t music always nostalgic? We like it, we are familiar with it, we connect with perhaps a person place or event. Prince did just that for us he was happy to perfect his craft and that perfection evokes a response in his audience, fans. Yes! Yes! Yes! I know nostalgia can be a vortex that distorts a true picture but nevertheless the iconic artist, the prolific writer, the musician engages us in life and continues in his death.
The resurrection of his memory provides the means of moving through time and leave me with some of his memorable words perhaps he may have borrowed them but nonetheless they are worth listening to:
“How can anyone of us grow if we just thread water.
Something about having people around that give you support
Take your craft seriously.
What people say about you is usually a reflection of who they are
It is always a right time to do the right thing
God is my creator without him nothing works. It works to a point then entropy takes place.”
Yes, spending my Saturday this way, with Prince, led to an endorphin-fuelled introspection.
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