the look in his eyes. the smirk. the melodies. the rhythms. the lyrics.
there is always something or someone that sticks out in childhood memories. this gentleman, his royal badness, is mine. he's the first one to capture my heart & mind. there is an imprint from him on all of my loves. his music, art, appearance, performance, sexuality, humor, ideals & existence began the threads that flow through those who inspire me now.
one of my earliest memories is my dad dancing to controversy. i had no idea what he was singing about but the melody is like a heartbeat, forever present. just like the guitar riffs and imagery of his performance of lets go crazy & purple rain. he is one of those people that i cannot imagine not being there, even though i grew up during the 1990s when he had fallen from media grace.
i am having fun rediscovering him. its like getting to know an uncle you haven't seen in a long time. a really productive creative uncle who has work ranging from the perfectly groovy make you wish you were in the clubs in the 1980s just so you could dance to it track irresistible bitch to the melancholic tear inducing longing of sometimes it snows in april.
his fierce sometimes off putting quintessentially punk obsession with freedom & inability to do what people expect or want or demand is inspiring. before i became an artist, i never understood that whole slave thing. its all about perspective. like all of my loves he is perfectly imperfect. wholly human, wholly eccentric, wholly committed to excellence & being more than what is expected.
in a word, fearless. there is no better starting off point for an artist.
thank you, your majesty.
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