In the wake of Prince Rogers Nelson‘s unexpected death a year ago on Friday, I paused to think about his music, his legacy, and recall my personal homage to the singer-songwriter that had me sporting his fashion styles decades ago.
Imitation is sometimes the sincerest form of flattery. In my case, there was a hitch: Prince was an inherently talented musician and I was a shy girl from Massapequa, Long Island, who could not carry a tune or dance with any level of professionalism. I also lacked the commitment to become a musician of any magnitude. So this shy girl paid tribute to Prince by imitating his fabulous fashions.
Officially, I was first introduced to his music in 1979 after I received my first record player as a Christmas gift. In the holiday package were several vinyl albums, including the self-titled album, Prince, and Michael Jackson’s Off the Wall. I was an avid fan of Jackson’s music, a continuation of my Jackson 5 obsession in my youth.