A roller coaster of emotions today. Let’s start with the happy, and transition into less happy and yet…still I can find joy.
Everything is Jake: We have our first no hitter of 2016! Jake Arrieta decided to take the Reds behind the woodshed. The final score was a tremendous ass kicking; 16-0. Kris Bryant hit two home runs, including a grand slam. However, all of that is lost in another outstanding pitching performance by the internationally known bearded wonder and underwear model.
Of course, the Reds were feeling the pain of a Cub mauling, but fear not. There’s another team that’s been on the bruising end of an Arrieta no-no, and they offered their assistance.
The best part of all this? His battery mate this evening was the beloved by all David Ross. The retiring catcher, known affectionately as Grandpa Rossy by the young Cubs staff, had never catch a no hitter in his long and successful career. For Arrieta, knowing he’s given one of the best memories a catcher can have – being on the other end of a no-hitter for a guy – was almost more important to him than getting another notch on his belt.
It got awful dusty in here all of a sudden. And now with tears comes some sadness.
Rave un2 The Joy Fantastic:
The Star Tribune is the Minneapolis paper of record. I have been to the Twin Cities several times over the years, always hoping that I would have my own Prince sighting. He was known to sometimes take public transportation downtown, minding his own business, just as others in Minneapolis would mind his. He was one of theirs, and they loved him, and he loved them back. I walked by First Avenue many times, seeing the names of the artists painted on the walls, but always looked for that one special star, the brightest of them all, the one star that put that place on the map, the one that was the true North Star.
Our own Inda posted a moving personal tribute to His Royal Purpleness himself earlier this evening, but I would like to take this opportunity to say my own words about an artist, a genius, someone who inspired me on every single level to never stop being creative and true to my own spirit.
Most people think about Prince’s early work, the Purple Rain era, 1999, the days of the Love Symbol. But I was a fan of The Beautiful One from his soul funk days as a nineteen year old singer/songwriter/producer to his smooth R&B internet only release experiments. I love this song, one that people might not have heard. I’m blessed to have found it on YouTube, honestly, with the way Prince took his stuff down all the time.
The Twins went all out, changing their social media accounts to purple. Downtown Minneapolis is overflowing with Prince fans, singing and dancing in the streets in an outpouring of grief mixed with the knowledge that Prince will never die because his music is so fucking ALIVE. And will always be.
One of the first Midnight Snacks that I wrote here at F.I. was a Prince tribute post, with lyrics and song titles as my transitions. Prince was one of my greatest inspirations; a man who could marry the spiritual with the sexual and still open minds with that singular talent. He believed so strongly in art for art’s sake – something that I, too, believe in with my whole being. Music was his gift and his passion and I am moved to tears knowing that we are richer for having been the recipients of that amazing gift.
I leave you with another of my all time favorite Prince songs, another one that I’m shocked to find available to listen to on YouTube. I like this one even more than “This Could Be Us” – in fact, other than probably “7” and “Sexy MF” I think this one is my favorite Prince song.
And if the stars ever fell one by one from the sky
I know Mars could not be, uh, too far behind
Cuz baby, this kind of beauty has got no reason to ever be shy
Cuz honey, this kind of beauty is the kind that comes from inside
Rest In Power, Prince. You truly were The Artist.