Prince is dead. Long live Prince.
We just watched this movie a few days ago, and aside from the rampant misogyny, it’s held up pretty well. Enough that, given the news, I think we ought to watch it again.
I always was a sucker for a New Romantic.
Prince’s music has been a part of the fabric of my life for as long as I can remember. His first album came out when I was five, and by the time I was old enough to have an active interest in the radio (or at least, was old enough to have some say in what station it was tuned to) he was a huge star. He was monumentally gifted, an outsider because he was different, who passionately wanted to be loved, but for who he was instead of trying to be someone else. Yeah, he appealed to me.
He died today at 57, younger than my mother, older than I am now but not by a lot. He was still making music until the end, getting rave reviews for his new tour, and still inspiring. He’ll be missed.
Hang tough, children.