Prince, Punch Bowls and Paying Tribute



Photo Apr 22, 8 57 52 AM*Throws punch bowl down* Damn! Damn! Damn!

Expletive. Expletive. Expletive.

I think that’s the best way to explain how I feel right now.

Shock. Denial. Outer body experience.

Prince. Gone. Dead. Now? Already? Really?

Expletive. Expletive. Expletive.

And, of course, those who take my classes already know how I roll.  I’m the same person who torn her meniscus jumping double time during a very emotional Michael Jackson tribute while teaching Zumba.  I’m older now and would love to save the rest of my body parts.  But this is Prince. You KNOW the loud music tribute class is coming.  Or it should be….


I’m not sure I can do it.

It’s not that I’m too much in feelings.  Maybe it is.


If I put a mic on and I hear, “Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today to get through this thing called life,” I am immediately in another zone. I’m not thinking about whether people like the choreography or not.  I’m not thinking right or left. I’m not thinking if someone is mad because they wanted me to use another Prince song.  I’m thinking about September 1, 1984, the day I saw Purple Rain at the movies and the little girl in me who has been forever transformed by the impact of that beat. I’m thinking I’m probably about to put a hole in the floor.  It makes me a little hesitant. What if I go too far? What if I go over the top?

What if Prince hadn’t gone too far?  What if Prince hadn’t been cutting edge? What if he had not gone over the top, pushed the envelope, challenged us to go crazy, get lost, party hard, create controversy?

Photo Apr 22, 8 58 45 AM

I hurt today (emotionally and my twelve year old daughter and I slept on the couch watching Prince videos late into the night and I had to be at work at 5:30 a.m. so yeah). I don’t know how I’m going to do it. I’m staring at this television and they keep saying “autopsy” and I keep staring at Facebook and we are all posting tributes but, honestly, I cannot believe this.  Not yet.  Yet, even in my confusion, I realize that 1) life can change or end in an instant 2) it does matter to me what memories are left of me when I’m gone 3) I hope people are watching videos of me dancing and listening to Prince, Michael Jackson and salsa, and dancing themselves remembering me when I die 4) you only get one chance to do a class right after Prince dies to rock the hell out of it.

I may fall apart.  I may have to just run around the room and call it choreography. I’ll just get on the mic and say,

“I was dreaming when I wrote this. Forgive me if it goes astray….”

Photo Apr 21, 8 05 58 PM

Thank you, Prince, for providing the soundtrack of my life and teaching me, above all things, to do me.


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4 Responses to Prince, Punch Bowls and Paying Tribute

  1. ❤️❤️❤️ Rest in peace His Royal Badness!

  2. Aqiylah Collins says:

    Thank you for sharing this piece of your innermost self. <3