When I was twelve years old I heard Little Red Corvette for the first time. A tough and scary girl but with exemplary taste in music, played it to me on a paint splattered ghetto blaster, nicked from a building site. (This was the same girl who asked two senior boys to punch her in the stomach to cause a miscarriage when she was thirteen but that’s a story for another day.)
LRC was the most exciting song I had ever heard, it was rock coated in pop, it blew my small mind. My tough ‘friend’ told me that true Prince fans always wore something purple, so they could recognize each other. That year I rocked a dirty purple silk scarf in my hair, as a tribute to a master.
I had became a Prince fan. A true die hard fan that remained with him through all his public tantrums about copyright ownership, the death of his baby son and his double hip replacement.
I owned the B side album and I knew the words. ALL the words.
Prince has punctuated my life since that day. I can landmark my life according to his songs.
Mountains was the song I danced to alone in the lounge room.
Raspberry Beret was when I went through my vintage wardrobe stage.
Adore was a song an ex-boyfriend put on a mix tape for me. While the bf has long gone, the song remains my favorite Prince song.
The orgasmic If I Was Your Girlfriend was both repulsive and sexually spellbinding to my young ears.
I learned the sign language to the words, I Would Die 4 U.
The list goes on.
When I met Dave, the deal was sealed when he said he loved Prince as I did. A man who isn’t threatened by Prince is worth keeping around.
It was a sign ‘o the times.
In the past, whenever Prince has come to Australia, something else had been going on for me. I was out of the country, I was out of the state, I was out of my mind.
Tonight I fulfll my Princely Worship with Dave and I attending Court. (Rod Laver Arena but it’s still courtside.)
I leave you with this. As I listen to it, I cry. I die.