My homely white repressed middle-aged take on the passing of Prince.
As a nerdy young person in the era of MTV I was astounded, disgusted, entranced, enamored with and confused by Prince. I couldn't grasp the femininity, the sometimes androgeny, the unembarassed sexuality. Listening to some of the songs and getting swept up in them was almost like getting caught masterbating. I didn't want to admit that I REALLY LIKED "I would die for you."
That gorgeous face. The tiny body. The platform shoes. I am not a musician but a musician friend pointed out to me once how many instruments Prince learned on his own. Even if you didn't like all of his various styles or songs, you had to stand amazed at the drive, talent and showmanship. I actually grew in my appreciation of him as I got older and am not above blasting him on my enfeebled beat-up Honda speakers. Shine on, no rest for the beautiful, you got work to do in that afterworld buddy. #Prince