Last Thursday Prince died all of a sudden and, all of a sudden, I missed his music so much. Forget about the fact that on Youtube I found out that it was almost impossible to see any footage about him. The thing is: why did I ever stop listening to him? When did it happen that I didn’t add to my playlist When doves cry?
It’s not that I don’t like that stuff anymore. As I frantically searched for it, I kept saying to myself how lucky I was to grow up with Prince in my ears. We all do that, we fall in love with a song, get obsessed with it. It seems it’s been written for us, it means so much to us and then, puff, it’s gone.
I remember myself sitting on the stool in the bathroom after taking a shower. The ghetto blaster played Prince out loud and I listened to every single note in silence. I cried with Purple Rain, I meditated with The Cross, I had fun with Starfish and Coffee, I felt incredibly cool with The Ballad of Dorothy Parker. Exactly the same feelings I had the other day when I heard that music again. I guess I let Prince behind because I had other things to know, new music to discover, but Prince never left me and never will.
Maybe it’s just the learning process, when you think you sort of master an issue, you leave it there because it’s part of your knowledge. Well then, can we find a better way then death to recall our cultural background? I hate it so much when I see people in their forties being stuck it the past or ridiculously pretending to be young. I am 46 now, and quite pride of my years. They cost me energy, pain and suffering, they gave me happiness, love and friendship. Today I feel as powerful as ever, because I am the result of all my life, one day after the other, good or bad. I am sometimes scared of loosing contact with upcoming vibes and maybe that’s the reason why I stopped listening to Prince.
One day I must have thought I could do without him, just like I did with Bill Frisell or Elivs Costello. Well, I was damn wrong. Of course I can do without them, but I don’t want to. Let’s go back to the roots, to the music which helped me build my taste. There’s room enough in my soul for the old and the new, I think I’ll play New Order’s Low Life tonight, not because I’m a nostalgic granny, just because I like it and it’s still super cool.