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Sign of the times


In 1987 I saw Prince live. It was the "Sign of the Times" tour and the first big arena concert I had ever been to.
Sign of the times
I had just gotten the LP and knew all the hits at least lip synching well, which when you go to see such a big performer is almost a mandatory part of the preparation process. Sheila E, that fierce cool sexy was playing the drums and Cat was dancing, just that. Girl power personified and made infinitely cool all thanks to the little man with the funkiest of music. The stage was round I think, or maybe that was the ""Lovesexy tour..., well it doesn't really matter, they were both extremely cool concerts, messy, chaotic and tantilizing funrides for all senses. I remember thinking that I was wintessing history, pure innovation. The future of stage performance. Of course this was before the internet, we had just gotten cable and a VCR so in truth I had very little to compare it with, but even if it was only ground breaking for a teenage girl with dreams of maybe one day being up on stage herself, he sure made an impact.

Prince was to me what probably Michael Jackson was to many, the super hero super star. His music, appearance, those stiletto heels that in no way inhibited his mad dancing skills. He measured in at only 1,58, one centimetre less than me and in a weird way he gave that teenage awkward me hope, hope that even though you were a miniature version of everyone else, you could still make it big. Now the epitomy of the infinitely cool has joined Bowie and Lemmy for what I can only presume will be the jam of all jams in the post mortem rock 'n roll hall of fallen musical wizards and I believe anyone who's ever had tears running down their cheeks while screamingly humming that last part of Purple Rain with the man in concert, feels that although his death is sad, also thankful and privelieged that they got to experience that epic finale. When I relived it this morning on Youtube my humming was more like a whisper than a scream but the tears came running down my cheeks much in the same way they did almost 30 years ago, and judging by the reactions from friends, facebook and the rest of the world, it seems I'm not crying alone.

I was going to tie this whole blog together with something clever about how all this icons passing is a sign of the times, but in truth the death of icons big and small happens every year so perhaps it is only the sign of my time. A sign that I'm at that time in life where I'm witnessing my heros pass. The sign of a time where death feels more proximal and life even more more important to cherish.

R.I.P Prince. Thank you for your music. It truly rocked my world.

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