RIP Prince

This post from October 2009 shows me dancing my head off to Prince, live, on French TV in Paris.

When I was 13, I went to see Purple Rain with my old neighbor Nancy.  Her mother had died, her father had remarried, and she had moved away.  But she and I met up, somehow, somebody took me to meet her somewhere in Burlington, and off we went to see Purple Rain, fresh out in the cinema.  It was a wild, grown-up thing to do.

I just showed the Purple Rain video to my uni students 2 weeks ago, for no reason at all.  Because I could.

What a wild performer, so full of energy.  I loved him to death over 30 years ago, still do.  Bummer, in every sense of the world.  Is 2016 the year music died?  Starting to feel like it and we're only in April.