Southern Mom was born in 1957. In 2014, I kept telling her that it was her “Golden Year” because she was TURNING 57, and she was BORN in 1957. Little did I know that less than two months after her birthday, she’d be gone. Whenever I see the number 57, on an interstate exit in particular, I always think of her.
Doug Banks, my FAVORITE radio DJ of all-time, passed away a few weeks ago at the age of 57.
Yesterday, we lost my boo, the ultimate performer, the greatest musician, an icon. How old was he? Fifty-seven. Prince Rogers Nelson is the ultimate instrumentalist. I say “is” because it’s still hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that he is gone.
I have loved Prince for as long as I can remember. One of my first memories of Prince is “Purple Rain”. As young as 8 or 9 (probably younger) every time I would go to my uncle’s house, I would ask him if I could borrow his “Purple Rain” VHS tape. I would watch that movie multiple times a week before I took it back to his house. It got to the point that one day he just told me he would get me my own copy.
For my 10th birthday, I got the tape of “Diamonds and Pearls”. I was SO happy to get that doggone tape. One day, I took it to daycare so we could dance to it. And my BFF lost it. I went SLAM OFF on her. I was so upset! I had it less than a week, and she LOST IT! Thankfully, it was recovered, but I learned then not to let anyone mess with/hold/borrow my stuff.
One of my bucket list items was to see Prince perform live. Despite the circumstances, I was BEYOND thrilled to see him perform in Baltimore last year. My linesister B and I had floor seats!!!! It was one of the greatest experiences of my life. And while I missed his DC show, I didn’t worry too much when he announced he was going on tour again in 2016, because I just KNEW I would get to see him perform again. Alas, that is not to happen in this lifetime.
It’s still surreal to me. I just can’t believe that he’s gone. I feel like there’s so much more he has to do. There’s so much more the fans have to see and hear and do.
Prince was unapologetic about who he was. He was about the music. He was about living your truth. He wasn’t the biggest man or the tallest man or the most masculine man, but he could have any woman (ANY WOMAN) he wanted. Even guys respected Prince because he was a bad-ass. As my friends on Facebook have said, “he was the original Mr. Steal Your Girl”.
While I am upset that I won’t get to see him this summer, I will remember how his music made me feel. How I still dance and sing to the “Purple Rain” soundtrack (heck, really any Prince album). How amazing it was to see him on stage last year. And how he changed the music industry. Prayers to his family, friends, loved ones, and fans.
Prince Rogers Nelson, you were one-of-a-kind, ahead of your time, and you will be forever in my heart.
Until next time, I’m just a Southern girl…in the city.