I did not know what to think of him growing up.
There he was, this short, sassy man.
He was not afraid to rock the hell out of a pirate shirt and a pencil thin mustache.
His voice went from high to low and he was a smack in the face of traditional masculinity.
When the 90s came around, MTV played the video for Cream and I felt deliciously scandalized.
There was something there that was amazing but I didn't quite know what to call it.
He could play so many instruments and write songs as easily as someone taking a deep breath.
He united white and black musical talent and featured women in his band.
The women in his songs were powerful.
He was generous and charitable.
And then there was this:
R.I.P. Prince.
There he was, this short, sassy man.
He was not afraid to rock the hell out of a pirate shirt and a pencil thin mustache.
His voice went from high to low and he was a smack in the face of traditional masculinity.
When the 90s came around, MTV played the video for Cream and I felt deliciously scandalized.
There was something there that was amazing but I didn't quite know what to call it.
He could play so many instruments and write songs as easily as someone taking a deep breath.
He united white and black musical talent and featured women in his band.
The women in his songs were powerful.
He was generous and charitable.
And then there was this:
And this:
R.I.P. Prince.
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