One could make an argument that three of the top ten albums of the 1980’s are Prince records (1999, The Purple Rain Soundtrack, Sign o’ the Times). No small feat. Today, on the first anniversary of his death, much ink will be spilled (or pixels generated) on the impact of his life and music. Interestingly enough, my thoughts today turn not to this legend of popular art, but to the city and state that he loved.
Minneapolis, and to a lesser extent the state of Minnesota as a whole, exists at a cultural crossroads. For someone who’s understanding of this part of the country comes mostly from watching Fargo (1996), that might seem like an odd statement. After all, we typically equate terms like “cultural crossroads” to more diverse, global cities like New York and London.
Sure, the state of Minnesota is at once western, midwestern, and northern. That would be something, except the “we’re in three regions” argument falls flat when you consider that the same thing can be said of Texas and California. The cultural cache of those states needs no long explanation: its engrained in the American psyche.
So what am I talking about and what does this have to do with Prince? After all, can one artist make such an impact that we can change the entire categorization of a city or state in the cultural mindset of America? Why not?
The Coen Brothers once lovingly described The Twin Cities as “Siberia with family restaurants.” Due respect to Joel and Ethan, groundbreaking artists in their own right, maybe that describes the St. Louis Park of their childhood, but it doesn’t describe where I’ve lived for two years. Here there are thriving theater, music, art, and brewery scenes, not just quirky folks with flappy hats.
I’ll admit, there is a tension here that shouldn’t be ignored. The old Minnesota is still with us, and sometimes it doesn’t really get along with the new Minnesota, Prince’s Minnesota. That’s a shame, since he was a figure that could unite the old and the new and bring out the best in both.
The question remains, do we build on that legacy, or do we retreat into comfortable nostalgia? That’s up to us. But for today, let’s just listen to the music and see where it takes us.
(c) 2017 D.G. McCabe
Author’s note: I’ve been toying with the idea of this column for a long time, but I don’t want to jinx it with my “first in a series” kiss of death. Still, I like the idea and will return to it from time to time.