Prince, rock and roll icon, died today at the age of 57.
I’ve always been hugely into music — give me awesome music, a massive stack of books and I could happily survive in an isolated cabin in the woods for months. Prince created some of the iconic music that carried me through my high school and college years and beyond. Short and skinny, Prince made high heels and super-tight, lace-covered outfits incredibly sexy as he crooned about Darling Nikki masturbating with a magazine. He was eye-opening, especially to teen me, and unapologetic about his sexuality as well as who he was as a person.
I’m actually having a hard time articulating what his music meant to me — it’s always been such an integral part of my musical world. I did not get the chance to go to any of his concerts (trust me, I truly regret this and am so jealous of all you awesome people who got to hear him live) but, damn, that man could perform. His ability to pull licks from his multiple guitars while grinding and singing was beyond compare.
We found out about his passing during fifth period, and I had a really hard time keeping the tears from falling in front of my students. Seriously, with all of the deaths this year, Prince’s passing really got to me. I guess because both he and his music were such a large part of my young adulthood. So, instead of curling up into a ball and crying (it was close), I put on an all-Prince playlist and got us lost in the beauty of his voice and lyrics. (Side note: most of my students were familiar with Prince and his music, mostly because their parents did good by them and exposed them to his songs. Good job, parents.) Prince, you will be missed.
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