I don't want to believe it. Prince was such a LEGEND.
My favorite memories of his music were years ago when I worked at the local movie theater. I'd get off work at 3 a.m. and I'd usually be wired and nowhere near ready to sleep, so I'd drive around town singing along to songs like "Purple Rain" and "Little Red Corvette," just to name a couple of songs. With no one else in the car, I'd sing loudly and proudly, even though I can't really sing.
I've always felt like I identified with "Raspberry Beret," in a way. I feel so exhilarated by the time one of his albums ends.
His music transcended genres, and he reached people of every race, religion and background. Since I've started writing this, my middle-aged neighbor has started playing "When Doves Cry" loud enough for the whole town to hear. It made me realize how powerful music can be. It was moving.
|Making my hubby watch this with me this weekend.|
I grew up on classic rock, classic country and 80s music. I've always identified with music from other generations. But as time goes on, I guess that means we must learn to accept that we are getting to that time when all our legends and favorites are getting older. I just don't want to accept that fact.Photo Gallery: #Prince found dead at his home on Thursday. He was 57. See Story: https://t.co/4zSYvFs9ir #PrinceRIP pic.twitter.com/IDnkTpihjD— AP Entertainment (@APEntertainment) April 21, 2016
And just like that, my neighbor hits "replay" on "When Doves Cry"... one more time.