I wanted to write a blog about Prince,
Funny thing about the title: I didn't have one at first, but then I thought about how I never wanted to stop being this happy. And those 3 words just so happen to be in the intro to "Let's Go Crazy" by the man himself. Why is there a never ending supply of happiness whenever it involves Prince? I honestly cannot explain it. You would think he was the love of my life or something. I must tie him into my day, somehow.
I realize that I display a weird level of quirkiness whenever Prince is brought up. For the life of me, I cannot seem to shake this fascination, and I clearly don't want to. If you truly sat with me, observed me, you'd notice a bit of a temper beneath it all. Sometimes the temper is on top of it all. However, I can't really stay mad or even think of being upset when my only known pacifier is thrown into the mix. Like a child calmed by it's favorite toy or favorite TV character, I just don't have the energy to waste on being upset.
Recently I've been in a bad mood. Coming to terms with some long ended fantasy-based romance. I notice that I've been in a "love song" phase. Who better than Prince to write or sing about love, right? My thoughts exactly. Out of all my brewing anger (rage, lol) I can find somewhere to go. The place I often try to find when I'm either hurt beyond words, or nearly moved to tears is where I am now. More than just a singer, certainly not some one-hit wonder, and practicially the reason why I want to be an artist, Prince is my idol. He is my hero, he is my coach, he's my husband (lol), he's everything I want someone to say about me.
Prince is the soundtrack to the best day of my life, but also the score to some not so excellent days. No other influence in my life has pulled me out of whatever crazy funk I may have gotten myself into, like his music. Even the man's physical appearance is enough to put a smile on my face. Tonight I watched footage of him accepting an award. Just his walking on stage made the crowd erupt into a ridiculous amount of applause. He shushed them. And to be honest, I would have been one of the people screaming like they'd never seen a pretty man before. These were his colleagues. These were his peers, his competition, his fans and his friends. Just to see him humbled by the happiness and joy in their cheers and on their faces, I couldn't be mad for a second. Watching someone bat their eyelashes, waiting for a moment to even say "thank you" has to be one of the cutest moments I've seen.
Eventually I'll have to find this feeling without pulling directly from something centered around Prince. I've already found it in writing, but only when I've written something completely beautiful or down right amazing. But that is only accomplishment/satisfaction. While I do enjoy what and when I write, there is no greater joy at this point than when I hear a new track, see rare footage, glance at photos I haven't had the pleasure of viewing. I'm truly wrapped up in those gorgeous eyes, that beautiful smile, and all of that talent. This is my childhood hero. He makes my bad days better; he's my security blanket; he's my first crush; he's the man. I know this is one of my conflict free, over-the-top mushy blogs, but how often do you hear from me when I'm happy? LOL!
No other artist has meant this much to me. Others get props, they even receive my money, but they don't have my heart. It's not enough to make popular songs, do music videos, and plaster your face all over every magazine, website and TV show. My curiosity is forever at work as far as this man is concerned. I never want to know that much about anybody. I wish I could describe him as a person instead of a God-like figure, but to my ears, he is. This man is KING, though Prince is his title. Every "ode to himself", every heartbroken ballad, every random excursion through the mind of a master musician is worth it. Live performances and slammin' studio work, not to mention the movies, you can only measure him against himself. And at the end of the day, there is none higher than the pretty one in those heels.
I'm sure I'll be teased and laughed at for the rest of my life over my obsession. I'll be questioned and called ridiculous by people who won't see past their own judgment. I'm free to be funky, I'm happy to be one of the crazy people. In the event of another musician attempting to take his place, I'll be sure to give that person a hard time. There is no proper way to rank someone important to you on another person's scale. While I know more than a few people who will never admit that Prince is a BEAST, I'll gladly fight that battle for him. He's not for everybody. He's the brightest star in a private sky. I'm lucky enough to be able to see it. The only thing big enough to eclipse him has yet to be formed. You could say I'm exaggerating, but I know for a fact that I've never been happier than when I've been doing something related to Prince. Hence my signoff. That's my time. Peace & b wild!
Peace, Hip Hop & Purple Rain
Goddess Cru... (There'll Never B) Another Like Prince
Funny thing about the title: I didn't have one at first, but then I thought about how I never wanted to stop being this happy. And those 3 words just so happen to be in the intro to "Let's Go Crazy" by the man himself. Why is there a never ending supply of happiness whenever it involves Prince? I honestly cannot explain it. You would think he was the love of my life or something. I must tie him into my day, somehow.
I realize that I display a weird level of quirkiness whenever Prince is brought up. For the life of me, I cannot seem to shake this fascination, and I clearly don't want to. If you truly sat with me, observed me, you'd notice a bit of a temper beneath it all. Sometimes the temper is on top of it all. However, I can't really stay mad or even think of being upset when my only known pacifier is thrown into the mix. Like a child calmed by it's favorite toy or favorite TV character, I just don't have the energy to waste on being upset.
Recently I've been in a bad mood. Coming to terms with some long ended fantasy-based romance. I notice that I've been in a "love song" phase. Who better than Prince to write or sing about love, right? My thoughts exactly. Out of all my brewing anger (rage, lol) I can find somewhere to go. The place I often try to find when I'm either hurt beyond words, or nearly moved to tears is where I am now. More than just a singer, certainly not some one-hit wonder, and practicially the reason why I want to be an artist, Prince is my idol. He is my hero, he is my coach, he's my husband (lol), he's everything I want someone to say about me.
Prince is the soundtrack to the best day of my life, but also the score to some not so excellent days. No other influence in my life has pulled me out of whatever crazy funk I may have gotten myself into, like his music. Even the man's physical appearance is enough to put a smile on my face. Tonight I watched footage of him accepting an award. Just his walking on stage made the crowd erupt into a ridiculous amount of applause. He shushed them. And to be honest, I would have been one of the people screaming like they'd never seen a pretty man before. These were his colleagues. These were his peers, his competition, his fans and his friends. Just to see him humbled by the happiness and joy in their cheers and on their faces, I couldn't be mad for a second. Watching someone bat their eyelashes, waiting for a moment to even say "thank you" has to be one of the cutest moments I've seen.
Eventually I'll have to find this feeling without pulling directly from something centered around Prince. I've already found it in writing, but only when I've written something completely beautiful or down right amazing. But that is only accomplishment/satisfaction. While I do enjoy what and when I write, there is no greater joy at this point than when I hear a new track, see rare footage, glance at photos I haven't had the pleasure of viewing. I'm truly wrapped up in those gorgeous eyes, that beautiful smile, and all of that talent. This is my childhood hero. He makes my bad days better; he's my security blanket; he's my first crush; he's the man. I know this is one of my conflict free, over-the-top mushy blogs, but how often do you hear from me when I'm happy? LOL!
No other artist has meant this much to me. Others get props, they even receive my money, but they don't have my heart. It's not enough to make popular songs, do music videos, and plaster your face all over every magazine, website and TV show. My curiosity is forever at work as far as this man is concerned. I never want to know that much about anybody. I wish I could describe him as a person instead of a God-like figure, but to my ears, he is. This man is KING, though Prince is his title. Every "ode to himself", every heartbroken ballad, every random excursion through the mind of a master musician is worth it. Live performances and slammin' studio work, not to mention the movies, you can only measure him against himself. And at the end of the day, there is none higher than the pretty one in those heels.
I'm sure I'll be teased and laughed at for the rest of my life over my obsession. I'll be questioned and called ridiculous by people who won't see past their own judgment. I'm free to be funky, I'm happy to be one of the crazy people. In the event of another musician attempting to take his place, I'll be sure to give that person a hard time. There is no proper way to rank someone important to you on another person's scale. While I know more than a few people who will never admit that Prince is a BEAST, I'll gladly fight that battle for him. He's not for everybody. He's the brightest star in a private sky. I'm lucky enough to be able to see it. The only thing big enough to eclipse him has yet to be formed. You could say I'm exaggerating, but I know for a fact that I've never been happier than when I've been doing something related to Prince. Hence my signoff. That's my time. Peace & b wild!
Peace, Hip Hop & Purple Rain
Goddess Cru... (There'll Never B) Another Like Prince
