Rest In Purple
I have so many stories involving Prince that I could literally write for the rest of the day. I guess I should preface this by saying Prince was the first concert I ever went to, it was Rupp Arena and I was in the 6th grade. I got to tag along with my sister who was in High School at the time, I will argue that she has logged more hours listening to Prince than anyone else on earth. She was always hip like that, she was a moth drawn to a purple flame and still to this day she never slowed down on her love for Prince. So my memories of Prince are often tied to her.
In 2007 my sister let me move in with her in Lexington, ky. She even gave me the upstairs of her house for myself, and didn't charge me rent. I think I lived there a little over a year before moving out to my own apartment. One evening she had me over to tell me she was going to move to NYC to further her career as a hair stylist and style journalist. The kicker to this story is she also invited me to help her and her then boyfriend (now husband) Josh move to Brooklyn.
I was closer to my sister at that point than we had ever been, I always looked up to her but during my first year in Lexington she had become my best friend.
About this move you also need to understand that we are hill folk from Appalachia, I talk like a banjo and she drinks straight bourbon with her dinner. So seeing her chase her dreams all the way from the mountains to Brooklyn was equally parts amazing, influential, and kinda scary. This was my best friend just moving off to the wildest city in the world.
I tried to put my emotions to this side on the trip to help move her to GreenPoint Brooklyn though I do have a distinct memory getting watery eyes in Pennslyvania and being relieved that it was too dark for anyone in the car to catch me slipping.
Minus almost being in a street fight within an hour of arriving in the city, things went smooth. After 3 nights my weekend in the city was over.
They dropped me off at Lagaurdia about the same time a massive storm was rolling through. I mostly hate airports anyways, you show up over an hour early, take your shoes off and your lucky if some dude doesn't touch your package. So when the lady announced my flight was on a delay do to the storm I wasn't very pleased. It ended up being a 7 hr delay and I've never touched alcohol before but I remember eating an over priced ice cream and looking over into a bar and thinking maybe I should take up drinking because those people seem to be enjoying that more than I am enjoying this ice cream.
I made it out without drinking though and was pleased to hear my flight was getting the go ahead. I walked on to the flight, stowed my carry on and the radio on the flight started playing Purple Rain.
I was too tired to be overly emotional but when that song came on I knew it was something out there telling me my sister was in the right place.
She did amazing things in NYC, stayed there for almost 4 years, worked with A list clients, did fashion week and her writings were published in several upscale fashion magazines.
She now lives back in Lexington with her husband and her son. When I heard the news that Prince passed she was the first person I called.
Tonight we had the chance to catch Purple Rain at the historic Kenrucky Theater. She introduced me to Prince when I was in the 6th grade by taking me to see him at Rupp and tonight she took me to say good bye to him with her. I was honored.