Confession: I bought this book to find out more about Sheila E's relationship with my musical idol Prince, but I found myself appreciating her as a woConfession: I bought this book to find out more about Sheila E's relationship with my musical idol Prince, but I found myself appreciating her as a woman that had to work to navigate her love and acceptance for a superstar and his lifestyle, while still fighting to maintain her independence as a musician in her own right. In the end her struggles and spiritual tone touched deeply and although it was Prince that inspired me to read this book, I couldn't help but root for Sheila also. I am happy that she seems to be at a peaceful place now. I thank her for the touching tribute to Prince at the BET awards.
The romance novel lover In me couldn't help but sigh at her comments on the first meeting with Prince.
"He was that guy, the one in the poster on my bedroom wall. And he was staring right at me. Our eyes locked, and . . . Wow! I’m not somebody to often skip a beat, but in that moment, my heart sure did. Only the previous night, before falling asleep, I’d stared at his poster, gazing intently at his striking hazel-green eyes. And now those same eyes, decorated with more eyeliner than mine, were staring right through me. I’d always thought beauty was an attribute reserved for women, but he was proving me wrong. I’d never seen a man so beautiful."
I was fan girl CRAZY for Prince when I was a teenager. Bought all his CD's sight unseen. Had his inappropriate half naked posters up on my walls withI was fan girl CRAZY for Prince when I was a teenager. Bought all his CD's sight unseen. Had his inappropriate half naked posters up on my walls with kisses all over them ( to my mother's horror). Turning down "Darling Nikki" real low so mom couldn't hear the very sexual lyrics, lol. Never thought I would be attracted to a man that wore makeup, heels, lace, frills and thigh highs, but there you have it, I was! I was a fan for many years into young adulthood. Still loved him even when he became unpronounceable... Then marriage, motherhood, romance novels, (lol) and life took over whatever obsession I had with him. His death touched me deeply. More deeply than I expected... I guess it was because he bought a little purple to my otherwise colorless childhood, and to know that he's not with us on the planet anymore seems a little gray...
After his death on April 21st, 2016 (without realizing) I had missed out a lot on the progression of his career. Apart from dashing to the tv screen whenever I knew he would be on, I wasn't a very proactive fan anymore. Now I want to read all things Prince related. I can see the future, I'll be one of those Elvis like fan girl junkies, but instead for Prince!
While this book was enlightening in the musical sense, it was pretty impersonal and cold. It was a lot about his music and a few disparaging tid bits here and there. Some of it annoyed because I guess I feel protective so soon after his death. And really, how do we even know that half this crap is even true?? It was not an official book authorized by Prince. I kind of felt that the author wasn't really a Prince fan at times. Nonetheless, I came away thinking that Prince really was way more talented than people really knew. His onstage persona was so flamboyant that it overshadowed his many talents. Most placed him in a purple box, but apart from his charismatic sexual demeanor, he was actually a musical genius. So even though I felt like the author wasn't really a fan, I think the legend that was Prince still shines through. Mmmm, maybe that was the authors intent all along...
P.S: I'm pretty proud of my teenage self to have picked a genius to be my Prince... ...more