We Are All Some Sexy Motherfuckers
Todd made a little fun of me for tearing up while Prince did his Super Bowl half-time show finale. But seriously, like, have you never seen Purple Rain?
That performance brings back all the pain and the Mom and Dad stuff, and feelings about Apollonia, and always being second best to Morris Day and The Time, and taking it out on Wendy and Lisa, and on the song they wrote, and on the rest of The Revolution, like Dr. Guy, and you could just let it destroy you, how angry your are, wearing your purple and being short and driving a motorcycle to compensate for it.
But when Prince performs that on stage, it is total catharsis. For all of us. We are all forgiven and cleansed and now we're hanging out in Miami with the NFL, and a marching band, and wearing some Aunt Jemima thing on our head, and a suit bordering frighteningly on Florida Gator colors, and you know what? We can pull it off, cause we're Sexy Motherfuckers.
Love me some Prince.
Labels: Catharsis, childhood, football, Prince, Sexy Motherfucker