A little purple man writes one of the best songs I’ve ever heard. His record, then cassette, then CD are some of the first non-Smurf and -Muppet related music purchases I ever make. He’s Prince. He can do no wrong. And he writes tunes and plays guitar like no one else.
How can you just leave me standing
Alone in a world that’s so cold…
Why do we scream at each other
This is what is sounds like when doves cry.
I’m a kid when I discover him, so I’m just hooked by the melody and the beat and whatever it factor (I so hate that term) draws people to certain others. As I get older though, the lyrics deepen and his work becomes an integral part of the tapestry of the background music of my life.
One day, I’m driving by the river and his song When Doves Cry come on the radio. I pull into the gas station and the attendant comes to fill my tank.
“Prince just can’t die,” he says to another worker across the lot, but near my open window.
A moment of synchronicity, I think. I hear his song and then this guy mentions his name.
“Fill it, regular,” I say, handing him a $20. “I thought I heard something about him being in the hospital the other day.”
“Prince just can’t die,” he says.
“He won’t,” I say.
But he already had. I just didn’t know.
His legacy lives, and many like me remember, including a recent discovery (to me) — Sarah Jarosz. Now I have him to remember and her to enjoy into hopefully a very long future.
Thanks for the connection, Mr. Nelson (that’s Prince Rodgers Nelson, for those not in the know).
This post is part of the Blogging A to Z Challenge. My theme is Musical Memoir. Each Monday through Saturday, I explore personal memories through my love of music, inspired and coordinated by the letters of the alphabet. Join in the fun and participate in the challenge, or leave a comment and enjoy some conversation. Thanks for reading. Peace.