“In the beginning God made the sea
But on the 7th day he made me
He was tryin’ to rest y’all when He heard the sound
Sound like a guitar cold gettin’ down
I tried to bust a high note, but I bust a string
My God was worried ’til he heard me sing” Prince – My Name Is Prince
Today is the worst day ever.
This won’t be eloquent. It won’t be pretty. Because I am hurting.
I’m sure your social media timelines are full of Prince tributes today and it may feel like overkill to you.
But for those who know me personally, then I would gamble I’m the biggest Prince fan you know. I mean my name on social media is MyDarlingNix, shortened from My Darling Nicki. My text notification is the opening chords of Darling Nikki. The alarm on my phone is his scream from Gett Off. I quote his lyrics in conversation like most people quote Coming to America or Stepbrothers. I had to buy an external hard drive to hold the 950+ tracks of his I have. I’ve seen him in concert five times – three in New Orleans, once in DC, once in New York City. I almost missed my 10 year reunion for the one in New York.