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The music spoke to me, certainly, but beyond that was the emotional impact of something very intimate Prince was able to share in Purple Rain: what it is for a child to witness the psychological warfare between his parents.
“One thing I’d like to say… is that I don’t live in a prison,” he says. “And I’m not afraid of anything. I haven’t built any walls around myself. I’m just like anyone else. I need love and water, and I don’t really consider myself a superstar. I live in a small town, and I always will, ’cause I can walk around and be me.
“I believe in God. There’s only one God. And I believe in the afterworld, and hopefully we’ll all see it. I have been accused of a lot of things contrary to this, and I just want people to know that I’m very sincere in my beliefs. I pray every night, and I don’t ask for much. I just say thank you.”
I felt that small, satisfying ping you get when synchronicity happens. This sort of thing came up all the time, and we’d laugh about it. We didn’t find it spooky or illogical at all, and we never felt the need to validate it or prove it to ourselves or to anyone else. We simply accepted it as coincidence or fate, just a little shout-out from the universe, reminding us that we were exactly where God wanted us to be.
But there have been other times—moments when God seems blind and everything in the universe feels hopelessly out of sync.
“I would die for you.” He thinks it’s the ultimate sacrifice, but in truth, it’s living for someone that presents the far greater challenge.
People will draw conclusions based on their own belief systems: cynics will be cynical, romantics will be romantic, people who believe in fate as a river will see how its current carried us along.
“You can’t look at yourself through other people’s eyes. When you’re working at a certain level, you find that people live through you, and if you don’t act like they expect you to, then you’re the bad one.”
Prince’s top girlfriend was always in Minneapolis. When you came to Minneapolis, you were the girl on her way in. When you left Minneapolis, you were the girl on her way out.
