Not sure what I can add to the onslaught of
beautiful tributes that have flooded the media since news of Prince’s death broke
yesterday. Yet a few powerful memories urge me to write them out…
I recall vividly being in my cabin at camp,
listening to Little Red Corvette over and over with bunkmate Pete A. (who I’ve
totally lost touch with). He said to me, “Eric, wait, this guy’s gonna be
bigger than anyone.” Pete didn’t know how right he was…
Years later, visiting Minneapolis for the
first time, DJS showed me around like a tourist. When we passed by First
Avenue, she simply stated, “you know what that is?” “What?” “That’s where it
all began…”
Who knows, perhaps it’s Prince who helped
inspire my love for wearing purple – shirts, ties, my Chuck Taylors, and some
even know that I once had a purple zoot suit.
One friend summed it up completely: “He was
high school’s entire soundtrack.” And so much more. From childhood through
adolescence, high school to college, and way beyond into our adult years – Prince
remained an ever-evolving, always intriguing version of his particular self.
His talent is incomparable, his influence unparalleled, and his legacy (yet to
unfold) interminable.
Long live His Purple Majesty.
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