It’s Saturday night at 12:22am and I’m in bed, watching the SNL tribute to Prince. They’re showing his impromptu performance at the 40th anniversary after party. First and foremost, he’s amazing. I kind of love that he knows he’s amazing too. #ifyougotit #flauntit
At the risk of sounding overly dramatic, his death is hitting me harder than I had ever expected. Not in a Disney Princess, fling myself on to the couch, dissolve in to tears kind of way. That only happened once, when Princess Diana died. I never realized how many of his songs are some of my favorites. And since he wrote under aliases and for so many other artists, who knows how many more of my favorites belong to him.
I’ve been watching the news coverage and the repeats of his performances and the thing that I’ve noticed in all of them is how he seemed to genuinely want his audience to have a good time. And how he seemed to have a good time for his audience. A true showman. I’ve heard that he had a fantastic sense of humor, which makes me happy because if you’re going to be weird, you might as well be funny about it. I’m sure he had his moments. I’ve also heard that he was impatient and had no time for bullshit. He was only human. I wouldn’t want to work for him, but I’d love to have been his friend.
Is it me, or is there just something about him? I keep thinking of that episode of the Golden Girls where Dorothy is dating Eddie, a guy who isn’t obviously sexy, yet women find him irresistible. hello.
It’s late now and I have to go to sleep. Hope you don’t mind this random late night ramble!