Fuck This Year, Just Fuck It

Prince is dead.

I, my, damn.

Chyna yesterday (one of my heroes when I watched wrestling back in the 90s), and now…him?

I’ve got really nothing more to say.  Oh wait.

The flu, people. A great was cut down by the flu.  He kept performing with the fucking flu.

I don’t even know how I feel about that.  Such dedication to music and his fans that it fucking killed him.

See, I loved “Kiss”, “Little Red Corvette”, “Let’s Get Crazy”.

“Get Off” was the song I technically wasn’t allowed to listen to, but did anyway.

For YEARS I thought the chorus to “I Would Die 4 You” was “Apple Dapple Do” (I was a kid, okay?)

“Pussy Control” was one the songs I power walked to when I could power walk without a cane.

I graduated in 1999, so guess which song I got sick of?

He was sexual, he was stylish, he gave no fucks about what was considered “masculine” and had his own style.  He was fearless and awesome and every part of me wants to go to Paisley Park to pay homage.  Fucking chronic pain.

This year can eat me.

June 7, 1958 – April 21, 2016

Fuck This Year, Just Fuck It
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7 thoughts on “Fuck This Year, Just Fuck It

  1. 2

    Death is an inevitability, so make the most of it while it lasts. One measure of a life is how much someone is missed.

    I’ve been aware of Prince since “1999” in 1982. He certainly was an original and (being controversial here) he was a musician and a writer, not someone who “sampled” from others and fobbed it off as is own. His music wasn’t my cup of tea, but it was easy to respect him and his productivity.

  2. 4

    When I was seriously depressed his music was the one thing that could get me up and dancing. Raspberry Beret is on the soundtrack to my life I think.

  3. 7

    I remember sneaking into Purple Rain at the theatre as a kid. Playing Purple Rain over & over at my birthday party, where the cake was purple in honor of Prince. I can’t believe he’s gone. My only comfort is the music he left for us.

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