“I’m not a woman
I’m not a man
I am something that you’ll never understand”
— Prince, “I Would Die for You”
His music was the soundtrack to my life. I discovered Prince when most of my peers did — after the movie Purple Rain was released in 1984 and the songs on the soundtrack became a permanent part of our everyday life.
As a senior in high school at age 18, I played “1999” every morning before school on the turntable in my bedroom. One morning I would play Side 1, which was comprised of “Little Red Corvette,” “1999” and “Delirious.” The next day, I would flip the album over and play the two songs on Side 2, “Let’s Pretend We’re Married” and “D.M.S.R.”
I never tired of those five songs, so I never made it to Side 3 or Side 4 of that double album.
I’m not sure what it was that drew me to Prince and his music. It didn’t sound like anything else I had ever heard. But there was something else. He was dirty and poetic. A cross between Shakespeare and a porn star. Something about that combination appealed to me as I started my journey into adulthood. He seemed to understand all those things I didn’t — sex, love, God, life — so I listened to his music in an effort to crack the code.
When I went off to college, I found a used record store and bought all of his old albums — “Prince,” “Dirty Mind,” “Controversy.” I studied them more than my text books.
My parents never taught me about the birds and bees, but Prince did.
He was my sex ed teacher.
The only reason I know the words to the Lord’s Prayer is because it’s in the middle of his song “Controversy.”
Prince was my Sunday school teacher, too.
He was my church.
He was my religion.
He was my Elvis.
He was my Beatles.
He showed me how to adore and appreciate women.
And he taught me how to be funky.
I know what you’re thinking. You, Middle-Age Butch, got funky? Tell us another tale. What I’ll tell you is there’s a fine line between funk and swagger. And any butch worth her boots has a little swagger in her. You just got to love yourself. That’s what Prince would have said.
I don’t think I realized why I was always so fascinated with the purple one until he dropped his name and became the symbol. The symbol was a perfect mix between male and female.
That’s the thing about Prince.
He transcended gender.
I always thought I was in love with the pretty purple boy with the high heel boots and the puffy blouses and tight little body. Back in the day, this in-the-closet lesbian always had a thing for pretty boys with high cheekbones and beautiful hair.
I wasn’t really in love with Prince. We would have made a strange couple.
But he did show me how to love myself.
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My all-time favorite Prince song is “Little Red Corvette.” What’s yours?
Thank you for this. I too am a huge Prince fan
Thanks for reading!
I have to choose just one song!?! I guess I can’t contain myself with “Let’s Go Crazy”. I dance like no one’s watching and sing like no one has ears. Haha!! And then there’s “When Doves Cry”. I truly can’t pick just one!
So many good tunes. Luckily, we can listen to them all.
Raspberry Beret. No question.
Such a great song to play on a nice warm day when you’re driving around.
I don’t have one particular favorite Prince song. But when I think of Prince it reminds me of a guy I used to work with at Pace University in New York City. His name was Michael, and he was a HUGE Prince fan. In fact, he even looked like Prince.
I’m grateful to Prince for many things but now also for helping you learn to love yourself. That is so important.
By the way, your writing is very beautiful.
Dude, me too! Soundtrack of my life. His music clicked in my head and heart like none other. His music and lyrics helped me feel better about being so different and helped me bide my time until I could live my truth.
Choosing one favorite is too hard, especially with this huge bruise on my heart from his loss. But the three that stick with me most are Little Red Corvette, I Would Die For You, and Let’s Go Crazy.
Those are three of my favs, too. Never realized he had such broad appeal, especially among lesbians (both in the closet and out).
Loved “When Doves Cry”
My senior in high school turntable LP was Kenny Loggins “Keep the Fire.” But then I was very straight at the time and even considering the convent, so…
Good tune. Whatever happened to Kenny Loggins?
Don’t know, alas.
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