Maybe every generation can make this claim, but I think Prince embodied, anthemized, and shaped the young adulthoods of me and my now quite ripe middle-aged cohorts. Just as we were emerging into the world, suddenly there was this glorious man making glorious music, celebrating all we had to celebrate: our dancing bodies, our sexuality, our voices, our weirdness, our hotness.
It feels a little wrong to feel this bad, like we're conscripting something—some pain that someone else deserves more, and that doesn't rightly belong to us—but I sense that we are all mourning very deeply.
All I've been doing all day is watch videos. Here are some that NPR posted. And one I really love, from Good Morning America, with the fabulous Sheila E. I can't stop dancing. And we shouldn't.
Okay, yes, pet peeve.
The baby boomers are not middle aged. We are not half way to one hundred and twenty years old, or there abouts.
Love you L.
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Posted by: Giulia Nelken | January 24, 2017 at 09:12 AM