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I Just Want Your Extra Time

Prince Image via Wondering Sound

I knew this would happen someday. After the too-soon deaths of Michael, Whitney, Amy, and so many others, I knew I would lose my favorite at some point. But I was totally unprepared for Prince’s death, news of which came yesterday via TMZ (how do they always know?). I was on a photo shoot and just happened to be browsing Twitter when the questions started popping up. Was it true? Was it a hoax? My knees were weak as I scrolled through Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, desperately looking for proof that it was all a misunderstanding. My heart started pounding, then stopped completely when I read that his agent had confirmed the news: he was gone.

Anyone who has known me for more than five minutes knows Prince is my fave. My social media profiles accurately describe me as a Purple Rain aficionado. My ringtone has been “Kiss” ever since I figured out how to make “Kiss” my ringtone. I’ve dressed up as Prince for Halloween – and other occasions – multiple times. I have a playlist exclusively dedicated to the music of Prince and his many protégés. In kindergarten, I claimed purple as my favorite color because that’s what he wore. I made him a part of my identity.

If you asked me why, exactly, I couldn’t tell you. I admired his immense talent, his boldness, his style, his IDGAF attitude, his hair (I mean, come ON), his masterful side-eye, his endless creativity, his sense of humor, his prolificness. It seemed unfair, really. Who can play that many instruments? Write that many songs? Wear that much lace and lamé and make it look that damn GOOD? Who else has that kind of swag?

When the news of his death hit, family and friends texted me to ask if I was okay. Exes came out of the woodwork to check on me. My co-workers kindly allowed me to grieve in silence while I tried to digest the news. I had an ugly cry moment – inconveniently – in the car, while singing along to “Kiss” during a radio station tribute.

My musical genius of choice left behind a legacy that won’t soon be forgotten. It’s comforting to think that a piece of him lives on in all of his fans, and not least of all, in me.

1 Comment
  • Lisa

    April 24, 2016 at 11:13 am

    It still seems surreal that he is no longer here. I still have the Hits 1 and 2 on cassette. Even after I digitize them, I will not get rid of them.