Every day I feel is a blessing from God. And I consider it a new beginning. Yeah, everything is beautiful.–Prince
I receive the text at 11:58 AM at Laura MacArthur Elementary School.
I’m sitting in class with 5 students explaining nouns, adverbs, adjectives, how to write a colorful paragraph.
I stop, read the text again. s l o w l y. The words are in vibrant pink like a life-changing, monstrous announcement.
My body reacts with an unexpected gasp. I blurt out an unintentional, “NOOOO!”
The students stare at me. They’re used to my unusualness, uttering sentences at weird times like, “I love verbs sooooo much, I would marry them if I could!”
“What’s wrong, Mrs. Robinson?”
“Oh, nothing,” I say. “Everything’s okay.”
But it’s not true. Prince dying is not nothing. It’s something significant. It’s something that takes my breath away.
Although, I’ve not met Prince, his death leaves me profoundly saddened. I grew up listening to his music and as a Minnesotan, I’ve heard several stories about him hanging out at the Minneapolis Club scene. My girlfriend, Jeanie, even danced with him at First Avenue in the 80s. Nobody knew when he’d show up, he’d just arrive all Prince-like and gorgeous and begin to dance, jam with the band, & admire the pretty girls.
Those ruffles. That charcoal eyeliner. The high heeled shoes. Oh-my-god, and that VOICE.
We don’t care about his female characteristics. He is just freaking sexy.
First, I had his cassettes, then the CDs: Little Red Corvette. When Doves Cry. I Wanna Be Your Lover. Let’s Go Wild. U Got The Look. But Purple Rain still makes me shiver with nostalgia, still makes me want to get exaggeratedly dressed up to go out with girlfriends, still makes me want to smear on too much lilac eye shadow, intense pink lipstick, Halston perfume—still makes me want to rat up my hair high as hell with Aqua Net.
I don’t listen to Prince all the time, but when I slide him into my CD Player, it’s like taking out a slice of soft velvet I’ve forgotten about, skimming it between my fingers, rubbing it upon my skin, and reviving those beautiful days again.
Yeah, that is something.
——Dear, Readers, any thoughts or stories about Prince? Especially Minnesotans? xx