“Purple Rain”

Sunday, February 7, 2021

Wow. What a boring Super Bowl Sunday. I was relieved to step away from the boob tube as soon as it was all over so that I could get back to work in the attic. Every time I think of the Super Bowl, I think of Prince and his phenomenal halftime show. It was pure purple magic. I know Lenny would have appreciated his performance. In the pouring rain. With his headscarf on. Surrounded by dancers in stilettos. I remember when I used to wear stilettos. I would never dare dance in them.

I took time to read up on the historic event and found this article on The Ringer: “The Oral History of Prince’s Super Bowl XLI Halftime Show.”

When I hear Prince, I often think of Lenny. Leather jackets and cowry shells. Motorbikes. Steaks. Tattoos and earrings. And purple.

I played Prince all night, trying to drown out the blah-ness of Super Bowl LV as I moved all of Lenny’s photos and Jan Stacy’s writings in plastic slips from the old blue bunder to a slightly better, certainly more durable navy blue 4 inch ring binder. Not an extremely critical action but it felt quite satisfying to me. OCD in full effect. I ain’t apologizing tonight.