He blew my mind. Over and over and over again he just blew my mind. I waited out all night to get third row center tickets – two nights in a row for the Purple Rain Tour. He looked right at me – I am certain he did – exchanging energy and getting lost in the overwhelming power of his music – his moves – his presence. He took me outside of myself – took my breath away and opened my heart towards acceptance on an extreme level and taught me how not to step inside of the box society so desperately wanted me to step into.
He was carefully comfortable on stage .He never stopped moving – pulling us in – urging us to break free of every definition the world ever tried to stifle us with. He was magic. He moved confidently through the humble vulnerability that thrived in his art. He was the tiniest bigger than life person that I had ever experienced. And he was an experience. The music, the sounds no one had ever heard before, the poetry, the lines blurred, the raw sexuality, the rules broken – all a part of the creative genius named Prince.
I am not jumping on the bandwagon of throwing flowers at an entertainer who has left this world too soon. I am mourning the passing of an artist who helped me become the person I am today. I am remembering the music that brought life to the parts of my soul that laid deep and hidden inside. He created the pathways of possibility that otherwise would not have existed and in so doing nurtured a generation of questioning minds into a community of men and women who remain open to the power of individuality.
He forced us to question what we were seeing and dared us to define it. Music is powerful – it is alive and eternal. Time travel becomes possible as a lyric transports us to an exact moment long since forgotten. It encompasses every emotion imaginable enabling us to feel things we never knew we knew how to feel – if we let it. We lose ourselves, our inhabitations, our fears and
anxieties through music and that is what makes it magic. Prince owned the magic and he gifted each of us through his iconic performances and subtle poetic existence. He forever changed me for the better. At least that is what I believe.
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About K. Guzman
Kathy grew up all over the US - lots of east coast time. She is a surfer girl with an unabridged curiosity. A woman whose mid life awakening continues to bring her to the place she was meant to be. Her degree in Journalism/Creative Writing from the University of Central Florida is being yanked from the archives and put to good use. Her two kids are grown and rock stars in this wild world – her Harley is ready for some serious summer miles – and her heart remains open to life, women and the possibilities each day brings.