Purple Rain

Music is important to some. Not important to others. That pretty much covers it. With that overtly generic statement being said, I am one of those individuals who falls into the "important" categorie. As my life has gone on, I have been introduced to varying forms of music, bands, styles, etc...Many of these introductions have been positive. I have loved blasting Biggie in a car whilst old white people look terrified, and confused. I will never shy from dancing to Mark Morrison's "Return of The Mack", like an asshole, or smashing various objects into oblivion with the help of amp-crushing, speaker melting Motorhead. And the like, and the like.
However, one song has always resonated with me passionately. A song that will stop me in my tracks every time; a song that would cause me to ignore a robbery, or casually step over a bleeding body.

Purple Rain. Yes. Purple Fucking Rain. Say what you will about Prince's insane antics, and his outrageous sexual perversions, that is simply Prince being Prince. I would like to argue that he is a musical savant; a genius, and as such, requires various outlets to soothe his vices. Yes, he may be a sodomist, but he is also a brilliant musician, who has created a song that I could listen to 100 times in a row, passionately and attentively. There has been many a time in my life, in which I have arisen, naked at 11am, turned on The Price Is Right, and replaced its manic drivel, with Purple Rain. I am not ashamed to state that on more than one occasion, I have dropped to my naked knees - on my living room floor, and performed an awe inspiring guitar solo. Yes, I am naked and fat, but my soul is transformed, and illuminated, through the sound of Prince's ample musical prowess.

Thank You, Prince

Regards,
MBW