Oh my bitches, we’ve gotta broken heart again — don’t we?
First Bowie, now Prince. I don’t think it’s an understatement to say that it’s been a devastating few months for humankind.
These artists changed the landscape, the style, the conversation, the sentiment and the funk.
Permanently, and hallefuckingluyah for that.
I could spout a ton of information about Prince Rogers Nelson, aka Prince, aka The Artist Formerly Known as Prince, but of course we can get detailed bios and intimate details of the storied life of the legendary performer elsewhere.
Here on Bitch’in Suburbia, as we gather together to get through this thing called life, I’m going to share a few memories of and thoughts about Prince in hopes that you’ll do the same in the comments.
Those of us GenXers that were in high school or college got turnt on by Price through Purple Rain — the movie and the soundtrack.
For me, the film came out the summer between my senior year of high school and freshman year of college. Of life’s many transitions, that one was a real doozy. Knowing I wasn’t a child anymore, but not necessarily ready to stand on my own two feet, I could TOTALLY relate to Prince’s character, “The Kid,” who was also a crazy jumble of angst and drama as he attempted to break free of his familial bonds, while also trying to be a star and score a hot bae to boot.