If you thought 2015 was god-awful, then boy do you need a slap in the face. 2016 is full of such madness, such despair and such fuckery that I cannot begin to imagine what 2017 will be like (have I said this before???). With such an unprecedented turn of events happening at the speed of your stupid Facebook feed, it’s no wonder that we’d all like to just throw the year down a trash bin and burn it. Where shall we begin everyone? Who or what shall I discuss first? What in God’s name were the positives? Do snow monkeys make snow balls and eat them? We’ll go over it all as we begin with….
My father used to tell me that if there was one musician who was an underrated genius, it would be Prince. Gifted in song, vision, fashion and musicianship, Prince was, and is, an icon in the truest sense. He stood out in so many ways, and his music, especially in the 80’s, has a timelessness that continues to defy conventions. And speaking of conventions, Prince himself was unconventional in every sense. He challenged our notions of not only what was sexy, but about what it meant to be yourself. He wasn’t afraid of criticism, and he certainly wasn’t afraid of the Music Industry either. Hirohiko Araki, author of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, loves Prince so much that he models much of his work (from Unbreakable Diamond onward) on his face and fashions. Like Bowie, Maurice White, and a whole host of others who have passed so suddenly this year, I felt like they’d never go, and yet here we are on a Thursday, shocked at work to find the man who churned the clouds to give us Purple Rain is gone. There was still so much that I didn’t know or experience with this magician. I’ve never listened to his newer material. I missed out on his Super Bowl performance. I still haven’t sat down to watch Purple Rain. With doves crying in the downpour, it’s clear for us to see that Heaven is Purple tonight.