This year has brought us the deaths of so many greats. David Bowie. Alan Rickman. Merle Haggard. I can’t even list them all–too many. I am telling you now, I am on Betty White Death Watch, and when she goes, I am going to be in a deep funk. I love her so much. I will need bereavement time.
Early this morning, at about 0630, I finished a recap for our humble blog. It was about craziness, a humorous take on a serious issue, and I knew I wanted to end my post with my favorite musician of all time, Prince. I will save the Twins for last, I thought. Let’s Go Crazy. I quoted the opening stanzas because they were perfect for what I was trying to say. When life hands you shit, go crazy. We’re in this together. Lock hands. Celebrate life. The doctor is gonna try to give you meds. Take them or ignore them. We’re ultimately on our own–on the same journey of virtual sanity.
We are gathered here today
To get through this thing called life
Electric word life
It means forever and that’s a mighty long time
But I’m here to tell you
There’s something else
The after world
A world of never ending happiness
You can always see the sun, day or night
So when you call up that shrink in Beverly Hills
You know the one, Dr. Everything’ll Be Alright
Instead of asking him how much of your time is left
Ask him how much of your mind, baby
‘Cause in this life
Things are much harder than in the after world
In this life
You’re on your own
And if the elevator tries to bring you down
Go crazy, punch a higher floor
When I hear this song, I go crazy dancing. I love it so much. I, of course, had no way of knowing that just a few hours later, I would be crying over his untimely death at the age of 57. I was shaking. I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. How prescient that quote would be. He is my generation’s James Brown and Jimi Hendrix rolled into one sexy little high heeled strange symboled package. He taught me about sex and life. School taught me the anatomy of sex. Prince taught me the details. He was dirty. Raw. Real. Strange. Beautiful. Androgynous. He made that guitar scream and moan like a lover. With apologies:
Darling Nikki, you are one sexy mother fucker who makes me cream, soft and wet. You could never take the place of my man but nothing compares 2 U with your dirty mind and delirious thoughts. If I was your girlfriend, I would Kiss, Feel U Up, and Gett Off because I Love U in Me in this Erotic City. I’ll wear nothing but Diamond and Pearls even though Money Don’t Matter 2 Night. It’s clearly a Sign O’ the Times when the Pope is so cool.
That is what Prince made me feel.
I have many goals in this crazy life. One is to visit all 30 ballparks. I am well on my way. I will visit five this year, Jobu willing. The other, to see Prince live. I can’t do that latter one anymore. I am devastated. I never got a chance to see my musical idol play live, in the flesh. I love music so much–I am the daughter of a musician, I was named after Bach, and I play the piano (badly)–and I missed this opportunity. I will never let this happen again.
Prince was reportedly not much of a baseball fan. The vertically challenged one preferred basketball, a game I really don’t enjoy, except for the last 5 minutes. However, the Twins play hometown hero Prince’s “Let’s Go Crazy” after home runs. As a native of Minnesota, Prince understandably has a special place in their heart. Thank you for sharing him.
Rookie Twins players are required to sing Little Red Corvette as a ritual
. This is a good ritual, lol. True fact. As opposed to those false ones. A friend of mine many years ago nicknamed me Little Red Corvette. I am little, and I like to go fast. I drove a red Corvette briefly… a gorgeous C4 that purred under my thighs. Presto. Baby, you’re much too fast. You got to slow down. Why? Life moves pretty fast.
Country music fans, classical, oldies, hip-hop, rockers–everyone agreed, Prince was great. My co-worker from Kentucky who mainly listens to country: Prince fan. My favorite doctor, 63 year old New York Jew: Prince fan. I remember the Super Bowl show he played. It was the only time the everyone in the room said, “The show is over already? That was the best half-time show I have ever seen.” I will raise my children right. They will love him too.
I am still in shock writing this. None of this makes sense. He can’t be gone. It can’t be true. This is a nightmare. Please wake me up.
I Could Never Take the Place Of Your Man is probably my favorite song. I love the juxtaposition of the happy, peppy music with the tragic lyrics. A slightly pregnant woman on the prowl for a one night stand, and Prince honestly telling her, yeah, I’ll bang ya, but I can’t be your man. I like the brutal honesty.
A few months ago, @longfootlefty
asked if there was a song we could instantly know without having studied. This was one of my choices. I used it again in one of my blog posts a couple of nights ago. If I ever get tired of hearing this, I know my soul has died.
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