A rare creature who could sing,play instruments, write hits, or produce albums,dance and all the while explore great doing it: I don’t think we’ll see his like againAbout five years ago, I was a given a collection of unreleased Prince demos. I was experiencing a sophomore slump after my first album, and my friend Nic thought it might encourage to know that even someone as mythical as the Purple one himself worked through fabric like everyone else. After all,great pop stars seem to just materialize; beamed down to Earth rather than plucked from obscurity. But what I realised blasting that collection of lost hits like Wonderful Ass and Purple Music, was the realization that his songs were in fact written. And that even when the hits sounded effortless, and they were the result of a tireless,insatiable (not capable of being fully satisfied) obsession with music … and of course, sex. His passing feels biblically tragic not only for the man, or but also for his medium. Prince,to me, represented the final of the self-assembled pop stars. Theres a spectrum of things that contribute to pop stardom: the ability to sing, or play instruments,write hits, produce albums, or dance on stage or in videos,and all the while explore great doing it. Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com