I live in Minneapolis and drove across town to check on the cats of my little sister. She and her hubby are at an Anime Con. There are a number of buildings all over Minneapolis lit with purple tonight.
One of Prince's nephews is a buddy of mine, and my thoughts are with him and his family. And myself, since I'm three months to the day younger than Price was. Damn, 57 is too young to die.
While I mourn his loss, I won't confess to being a fan. I saw him play once, on the Dirty Mind tour, before he was booed off the stage at a Rolling Stones show. Long before Purple Rain. He was an amazing performer, singer and guitar player. And keyboard player. And drummer and bass player too. But his music after his first album rarely spoke to me. Just not my thing. If he fell short in any area of music, it was his lyrics.
We need to steel ourselves for more death. Our music heroes are getting older, as are we. Make and enjoy the music while we can. None of us gets out of this alive.