My plan today was to write a blog post about the conundrum between travel for the sake of travel and travel for the sake of skateboarding, and all of its little intricacies that I tend to dwell on as an obsessed skateboarding dweeb. I actually had a rough outline and tone of voice planned ahead of time. But then, while scrolling though the doldrums of Instagram (more skateboarding), I received the news that Prince died. How could he have passed away? After some research, I discovered that he was the same age as my parents, but I assumed he was in his forties and therefore, somehow, invincible. I’d not given him much thought in a few weeks, which I’m sure was when I watched a skate video part set to one of his tracks. But obviously, I could not post a normal entry to the blog anymore. This is now about Prince. If you don’t like it, I really don’t care. Push Play:
There are so few artists, or people for that matter, that have successfully conveyed an image of feminism, dominance, sovereignty, and grace simultaneously. Prince done did it. Over the course of many decades, Prince remained a staple in music culture and society, worldwide. From his top-selling hit singles and albums to his memorable collaborations with other music icons, he was a one-of-a-kind act. From his unforgettable Larry King interview to his Super Bowl performance only 9 years ago, it seems like he’s done it all, yet no one saw him as fading away. From his hometown in Minnesota to his home in Los Angeles and everywhere around the world he has toured and lived his life, the man made an unmistakable impact on masses of people and (whether you’re a fan or not) the resultant culture that those people experienced. I only have the experience of an American citizen, so I’ll just say: If you’re an American and haven’t danced to one of Prince’s songs, you’re a liar. You have danced to Prince. And you liked it.
Today, more appropriately than ever, is the day to blast that Prince. Dance to it. Sing to it.
R.I.P. Prince Rogers Nelson
- 7Ply Epic