I need a moment. Maybe we all do.
This is one of those celebrity deaths that actually hurt.
One of my good friends had just spent an evening with Prince in concert in Atlanta, so he has been a topic of conversation for my crew over the last few weeks.
Maybe that six-degrees of separation is making this one a bit harder to accept.
And maybe it’s also because he was a musical genius. Maybe it’s because his Super Bowl Half Time Show still ranks as my favorite of all time.
Maybe it’s just because: he’s mo’ fo’ Prince, y’all.Prince wrote many songs in the soundtrack of my youth. I have memories galore tied to his 1999 and Sign of the Times.
My favorite Purple Rain story was the night when it finally rained in Austin.
It was the summer of 1993 or 1994 and we’d had a long drought. It was hot, dry, and miserable.
And then the rain fell. And fell hard.
My annoyingly loud upstairs neighbors (who I was always way too old to live under even at the ripe age of 20) blasted Purple Rain off the balcony.
Everyone in the apartment complex came out, danced in the rain, and sang our hearts out.
It was a moment, with a 10-year-old song, that has stayed with me all these years.
I never saw him in concert, but at least I can say I ran with him once.
Or… something like that.