but that does not stop the complete shock and utter disbelief that I am feeling. I had to stop driving. My destination now a question mark. My car radio blasted out "I only wanted to see you laughing in the Purple Rain" and, well, I could not stop crying. Even though I am not a Prince enthusiast, I am a lover of raw authentic music and I acknowledge and respect creative genius.
Prince Rogers Nelson was a creative genius. Damn. Speaking of him in past tense seems blasphemous. When you're so ingrained in the Universe, could you ever really die? Do we truly believe that energy is neither created or destroyed?
What about the music? Who is going to carry us without a mindless repetitive hook, a ratchet dance move or lyrics so dangerously elementary that an actual 5 year old could write better? I'm so damn worried about the music.
Still, it seems that even in death, Prince has rebelled yet again. He has shown us all a thing or two about Freedom. Left us here to figure this out for ourselves. Are we slaves trapped inside a machine that wants us to produce for their gain? Will we change our names in the loudest silent protest ever known to man? How will we engage in rage? Do we even know how to use our voice to bring about constructive change?
I understand that this blog must be an incoherent mess of thoughts. Try to understand.
I am not a Prince enthusiast but I am completely heartbroken.
PRINCE ROGERS NELSON
June 7, 1958-INFINITY
Kanika: Poet. Lover of Words. One who tells the stories of the mundane and inanimate. Bearer of Light, Water, and Sky.