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Yesterday evening I copied a quote from Mr. Bumgardner about how he felt (and almost exactly mirrored my sentiments) about the loss of Prince. Just like Bowie in early January, both of them hit me hard. This one, for whatever reason and as of now, hasn’t hit me as hard. And, that could be because I’m still not believing it. I don’t know when I’ll believe it.

He was only 57. Well, he was 57. How could that be? I still, no matter if I see pics and videos of him recently, can only see him as “the Kid” from Purple Rain. The horny, downloadflamboyant and smug 26-year old that opened himself to a whole new audience. Yeah, he was popular in the “Little Red Corvette/1999” sense, but this was different. This is the Prince a lot of people will remember. Not, that there is anything less important about his latest stuff, he was still genius. I’m just talking about the man, Prince.

And, it’s to the point now that I look at my phone every day, read TMZ every day, watch for Facebook announcements of my favorite musical people or actors or whatever to pass. I know there are a few that if something happened to them, I’ll probably break down and cry like a baby. Why is this? I can only think of a few people of notoriety that I’ve ever met, fewer than that I’ve actually had a conversation with. Yet, with Bowie, Alan Rickman, and now Prince in the last four months, I feel I’ve had parts of my heart ripped out. Again, I ask, why is this. Why do I feel this close and hurt?

I was reading an article in the Huffington Post and it made some interesting points. I’m giving full credit to HuffPo, Lindsay Holmes and Meredith Melnick who wrote and distributed the article but I’m going to use some of it:

“While many express their grief, others are surprised to experience a strong personal reaction: I didn’t know him, some have thought, so why am I this upset?

The truth is, there’s no rulebook when it comes to grief, explains David Kaplan, chief professional officer of the American Counseling Association. The emotion is so swallowing and vast that it’s hard to pinpoint why it manifests in the ways that it does. But just because we can’t explain grief doesn’t mean it’s invalidated, Kaplan says — and that especially goes for grieving a celebrity.

‘We grow up with these people,’ Kaplan told The Huffington Post. ‘We see their movies, we hear their music on a regular basis and we really get to know them. In a sense, they become a member of our family — especially the ones we really like — so when they die, it’s like an extended member of our family dies. It’s somebody we feel like we know.’

These deaths also feel so personal because they resonate with us on a deeper, psychological level. We may grieve celebrities because our dream was to emulate their career path or because a celebrity death can also remind us of our mortality, Kaplan notes.”

That certainly makes sense. I’ve always wanted to be a famous, touring, recording musician. I’ve been musical all my life but especially since I was 14 on. When did I turn 14? 1984. Now, I’ll always say that Gene Simmons – love him or hate him – is my idol and is the reason I am a musician the performer that I am. But, I really didn’t see normal rock stars do their thing until I saw Purple Rain. There was a lot of “live footage” on there and a lot of what you see is actually what you hear on the soundtrack. So, I had KISS’ Alive! and Alive II and then I had Purple Rain. Those were the live elements that got me to want to play and be a musician. Here’s the rub: I am not a fan of live albums. But, these are different, to me. They’re albums. However, I think that I’m, only now, coming to realize this about Purple Rain and with that comes the longing to want to listen to it, over and over. Maybe I’m only longing or maybe I’m feeling a pain that I haven’t fully realized just yet? Or, perhaps it is a reality that is just sinking in about how much he meant to me.

I can’t say, now. I’ll forever think this could be it. I really wish that if it is a reality that I could have realized it before he passed. There’s a lot of speculation about whether it was drugs or the flu or whatever; I really don’t care the reason. The only part that matters is that he won’t be putting out any new music. He won’t. I’m sure in his vast vault somewhere there are about 20+ albums, full albums, that are just waiting to be released. Maybe one day we’ll get to hear those. But, like I said yesterday, we have 39 studio albums to listen to and that’s a ton of music. I don’t know if it will ever be enough, though. Still, I say, Rest in Peace Purple One.

Again, much credit to Huffington Post, Lindsay Holmes and Meredith Melnick for the article. You can read the whole article, HERE.

Also, a/perture cinema, the Official Movie Sponsor of The Less Desirables, is showing Purple Rain film on the big screen tomorrow, April 23, at 10:15pm. Tix are all $10.

Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
Scorp out!

“We are social creatures, we are meant to be with other people when we face adversity. That’s going to mean different things for different generations. It may mean physically being with people … or it could also extend to online. You can get hundreds of people saying, ‘I know what you’re going through.’ And that’s very healing for us.” – David Kaplan