That's how I learn Prince has died. And I feel (somewhat inexplicably) sad.
Later in the day a DJ comes in and sets up on our floor; she plays only Prince songs. I am immediately thrown back to the summer of '84. I am living in Boston. Working at Gillette. Becoming best friends with M. And dating David.
David's parents and mine were friends. We grew up in the same town, though David was three years younger. But when we meet that summer, it is like meeting for the first time. In truth, it may have been. I honestly can't remember.
David is unfiltered. I find that appealing though others may take offense. David is kind, fun, adventurous and generous. We spend a summer hanging out at his Back Bay apartment, cruising around Falmouth on his boat (his family also has a home on the Cape), eating good dinners at various restaurants on the Cape and in Boston, and listening to Prince.
1984 is the summer Purple Rain hits the theaters. I remember playing the album over and over. Darlin' Nikki becomes my favorite song. There is something raw and sexy in the beat, the lyrics, and in Prince's voice. I love listening to it, and do, over and over.
Beyond that one summer, I can't say I ever became a big Prince fan, although his 2007 Super Bowl half-time show in the rain is one of the best ever.
Prince was a musical genius. He influenced many. His ideas were not always mainstream, but his music was.
and David still has a boat and we see him often in New Seabury!!
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