Today we put on a half marathon and like the last time we did this, we put on speedos and jumped in Lake Tuscaloosa. It was freezing. And awesome. And I referenced “cleansing ourselves in Lake Minnetonka.” And no one got it. But I did. And that’s all that matters.
In 1984, I was 13 years old and Purple Rain was released. The movie, the song, the album. It’s still in my top 10 albums of all time. I won’t go back and ruin the movie by watching it again. I’m sure it won’t be nearly as great. Well maybe the lake scene. I mean Apolonia? Lake Minnetonka? Cleansing? Flash of boobies? I’m in. I digress.
Purple Rain is greatness. I listen to it and I’m immediately taken to Showbiz Pizza one Courthouse RD in Gulfport, Mississippi. I’m “going with” Chantelle Culifer and I believe I am probably gonna be a professional break dancer. Until I Find the righteous one. Computer blue.
There is not a bad song in the album and every time I choose a new favorite. Currently it’s The Beautiful Ones. But next week it will be Purple Rain or I Would Die For U, maybe I’ll even do the associated hand movements while driving down the road.
What’s weird is I loved that album, and think Prince was one of the greatest musicians of my lifetime but I wouldn’t call myself a Prince fan. 1999 and Red Corvette, Prince was good, and Seven is cool too but to me Prince=Purple Rain. The rest is just filler. The songs before were okay and the songs after paled.
Just how it is.
So this afternoon I’m fulfilling tired and hanging with the best dudes around. Enjoying the day and thinking about being 13.
Not a bad combo.