/ by Laura Kochman

I asked B for a blog challenge tonight, and this is the question: what does it feel like when a very important artist (Prince), someone personally important to a lot of people, dies, but you were not that familiar with their work? What does it feel like when the collective is mourning, and you are not? What does it feel like to be kicked out of the collective? What does it feel like to listen to classical music all the time and long for pop? What does it feel like to shiver in the backseat with the windows cracked at night? What does it feel like to pretend you get the reference? What does it feel like to get your first radio? What does it feel like when everybody's basic music knowledge is your deep research? What does it feel like to have missed the moment? To have tried to tune out? To start late? To know that you don't know? [  ]