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Remembering Prince

I know a lot of authors are big about listening to music while they’re writing. They create special playlists for each story and can’t imagine writing even a 1,500 word short without having music playing in the background.

That’s not me.

I can’t listen to music while I’m writing unless it’s purely instrumental. If there are lyrics I’m wanting to sing right along with the music and I lose my train of thought. Yeah, not so great for an author to lose their train of thought while writing a story. 🙂

I am a huge fan of music. I’m a country girl so of course I have my favorite country songs and performers. I also love hard rock and heavy metal. I love what’s considered classic rock, though to me it’s not classic. It’s the music of my youth and my teenage years. There’s really not much I won’t listen to. It totally depends on my mood at any given time. I even love a lot of the newer music, though I prefer the older stuff.

So, where am I going with this?

I don’t have playlists for when I write but I do have what I consider playlists of songs from very important times in my life. When I was in high school the music was awesome. I could sit here and list artists and groups (and song lyrics) all day long. During those years there were two entertainers I listened to the most and I can’t hear their songs even now without getting a good feeling.

Prince 1One of those entertainers was Prince.

It’s hard to remember a time in my life when I wasn’t playing his music or watching his videos. He was there for me in high school when I hung out with friends. He was there when I met my husband during my senior year. He was there when I got married and had my children. He’s just always been there. Back in the day I drove my mother crazy because I played his music all the time. I was even grounded for blaring Darling Nikki loudly. Even now I can’t hear the song without laughing because my mother was SCANDALIZED (lol) that I was listening to a song about ‘Nikki’ masturbating and grinding.  God, I love that song even now.

Prince 2I wasn’t home when my son sent me a message saying Prince had died. No, that couldn’t be right, could it? There has been one hoax after another recently about his supposed death. Surely that’s what this was. I rushed home and turned on the TV and booted up my laptop.

Sadly, it was true.

The national news channels spent the entire day honoring Prince and playing his music. As heartbreaking as it was to watch (I refused to change the channel even for a minute) it also took me back to some days I thought were pretty miserable at the time. Looking back, I see they were pretty damn good. Our music was good. MTV actually played music videos back in those days (I know, right?) and I anxiously waited for his latest video. He was different and I needed different so bad back then. But his uniqueness was simply brilliant. He could sing, he could dance, he could play all those instruments… and he never failed to entertain me. I’ve watched Purple Rain more times than I can count, with the most recent time being a couple of weeks ago.

This has been a shitty year so far with those we’ve lost. From Lemmy to David Bowie to Glenn Frey… and others… to now Prince. It’s bad when you don’t even want to watch or read the news because you’re left wondering, “Who’s next?” How sad is that?

I feel like I lost a friend today and in a sense I did. Prince was there for me during some pretty dark times in my life and his music and videos lifted me up. While I never got to see him live in concert, he was truly a very special part of my existence for many, many years. I’m heartbroken over the loss.

My apologies for such a downer post. I had every intention of publishing a post about my publishing anniversary and other things. I’ll do that soon, promise.

Even if you were never a fan, go back and listen to When Doves Cry, Purple Rain or any of his others and honor Prince. His brilliance will never be matched in my opinion.

R.I.P Prince Rogers Nelson.


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