Earlier, I found out that Joanie “Chyna” Laurer died. That was sad enough. Though she was rising to prominence just as I was losing interest in wrestling, I did see some of her matches and liked her a lot. I loved her voice. A lot of detractors talk a lot of crap about her voice, but I thought it was sexy and interesting.
So, I had LITERALLY just finished jotting down about Chyna’s deathin my LiveJournal, (yes, I still use LJ), go to twitter, and find out that Prince is dead.
I don’t know where to begin…. That man’s music got me through some rough times in my childhood and teen years. Love of his music is one of the few good things I shared with my mom. I admired his talent, genius and especially madness.
He was one of the first folks that showed me that one could be black and a weirdo, and that that was a good thing. Particularly if there is talent and creativity behind it. I was just recently lamenting that I am at the age where my heroes are going to start going extinct. This year seems dead-set on fulfilling that prophesy. I do not like it, SamIam. First David Bowie, now Prince. Music seems to be losing all it’s sexually fluid musical eccentrics.
Rest In Peace to His Royal Purpleness.