Prince died today and I’m sad.
Based on that opening sentence, you’d be just to assume I am (was) a Prince fan.
I’ve never been one for, what I consider, pop music. I like classic, opera, hard rock, and movie scores. Pop never made the list (except on few occasions and usually when it was tied to a movie). I didn’t hate it. Just didn’t care. Same goes for rap. There was always an exception but I liked my music either old or rage-based.
That being said, I always respected Prince. He charted his own course. Always had hot women at his side. And played a mean guitar. He was kind of the future (even though David Bowie came before him). He was the ultimate entertainer yet didn’t rely on studio recording corrections or auto-tune to save his ass.
He toured, played live, and played with the best of them. Often, showing them up.
So why am I sad Prince died today?
Couple of reasons. I grew up when he was BIG. So, that means another reason to confront my own mortality. Two, just another reminder my kids will never know what MTV actually was meant to be. Three, the dude was talented. I mean damn talented.
Now remember, not a fan. Not a consistent listener. However, I acknowledge two moments where Prince literally froze me in place and had me thinking, “This son of a bitch is good.”
The first is the greatest damn guitar solo I’ve ever seen. Clip below.
The second is the greatest damn Superbowl Halftime Show that will ever be. Link below.
In both instances, I stopped, I watched, and was transfixed. Prince gave me two great moments in my life. I can accept that now.
I’m just sad it took his death to realize it.