News of Prince’s untimely death at 57 seems to be the only thing people are talking about online right now.
I’ve seen Facebook postings of Prince on the Today Show, I watched Prince sing with the Muppets. Music that’s from the heart, even memes connecting the artist to a dudeism.
Below: Prince at 2007 Super Bowl (back when he was just going by a symbol) Photo: Chris O.
I was born into loving Prince. My sister was a teenage president of his fan club, and I was a forced member of her club chapter. I was eventually kicked out at five years old because I couldn’t afford to pay the dues.
How I felt when she kicked me out:
One of my sister’s most cherished moments was receiving a phone call from him. I don’t remember exactly what he said to her, but I think he expressed his gratitude for her admiration of him. She also learned that he was going to be in a movie called “Purple Rain.”
And it’s that attitude of gratitude that I associate with the artist forever known as Prince. He was a true artist that was loved his fans, and loved to make music.
It wasn’t about Facebook likes or clandestine sex tapes getting in the “wrong” hands, he was the real deal.
Although the devout Jehovah’s Witnesses had kooky ideas about voting and chemtrails, he was still an incredible musician.
Rest in power.