Monthly Archives: April 2016

Fairwell to the fearsome Prince of fantastic

Everything is purple today, but my heart is blue. The loss comes from an extraordinary artist disappearing. And I realize that I will never get to see him perform live. Even worse is the missing of his singular uncertainty. Of what he would sing or write or say or show next.

Prince was a new world for me.  I was a large, pasty white 10 year old farm boy when I first heard the revelation of his music.  Prince is why I bought that first James Brown CD at 15.  He’s why I could not satisfy myself with just ONE Parliament or George Clinton recording.

Prince is the tiny dynamite personification of why I love music.