I've been feeling extraordinarily sad about the surprise loss of Prince. I was in total disbelief when I first read the headline on my news feed. "WHAT?!?!?!?" Why is that? Why is it so shocking? So hard to accept?
Music icons are supposed to be around forever. They age as you age. As their music matures and changes with the passage of time and issues they care about, you change right along with it. The music isn't supposed to end. The magic of the personal memories their music evokes isn't supposed to end.
I've scanned the news every day since looking for new information about his life, his art, his talent and his mysterious personal life. I love that he gave enormous donations to various youth organizations, schools, music programs and so forth - and did so anonymously. I love that he was so protective of his art, his persona, his creative genius... And I love that he was such an introspective thinker about religion and humanity.
I am moved by how the world has been touched by his music, and how so many have honored his memory and his legacy by playing his music, sharing their memories, wearing purple...
Thank you, Prince, for your music. Your songs were in the background of many an afternoon of painting nails, trying on clothes and laughing with friends...many an evening of driving aimlessly around town, singing your songs that we wouldn't dare play in front of our parents... Thank you for your artistry, your message that you are free to be yourself - crushed velvet, makeup and heels included. Your style was captivating and liberating to many...You touched so many lives.
Thank you
