rest in purple

Gwen Is the musical guest on SNL tonight. I'm sure a tribute will be done.

Well what do you know...

Saturday Night Live

Goodnight Sweet Prince 11:29 PM on WNBC-DT 4.1, 1 hr 33 min 2016 TV-14

A tribute to music star Prince (1958-2016) features his memorable performances and skits, plus remarks by former and current "Saturday Night Live" cast members.

jokocur said:

i know it seems like its over this whole 3 days of surreality seems to be over now that he has turned to stardust .. you can believe allyou want about heaven but there is nothing but rhetoric to prove its reality... sotake this dose of reality and know that p truly will live in our hearts and our minds and we can always be as close as we always were with himthrough the magic of his gifts

Cinnamon234 said:

I'm so sad that P's been cremated. I'm crying and upset right now. I can't believe it's over.

But I do respect Prince's wishes. This is what he wanted but I find it hard to accept that his body is no more.

This is a nightmare.

I miss him so much.

[Edited 4/23/16 18:34pm]

I'm not convinced either way. I do lean more toward believing that once we die, that's the end. However, since Prince believed in the afterlife, it makes me feel good to think that he's there. For his sake, I hope there is an afterlife.

Prince was so immersed in his art. His soul was and is binded to it and that is comforting. As you said, he will live on through his music and in our hearts always and forever.

Fans at Paisley Park received memorabilia today from his estate.

i took prince to die to get mtv to actualy play musuc videos for a day.

im touched to have seen him so many times thanks for the music and the happyness

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nursev said:

morningsong said:

I'm sick.

me too Our Prince died alone

That's horrible.

"Let's Go Crazy" also said pills would kill.

In pain for so many years, and U never complained, U gave so many interviews and NEVER complained. U were just going on for us.

Why the piano? Because you were in pain just standing, obviously. Another period with the bad ankle aching like hell. U were so thin. It was right in front of our eyes. I guess love is blind after all.

I saw the repeated splits on the American Music Awards "Baby I'm a Star". I thought about what Sheila said. The high heels, the splits, the jumps, and a whole life spent awake, so little sleep, just trying to thank God by doing your craft, day after day after night after week after year.


Only yesterday I discovered Black Muse. The sky was bleak but your gospel made it brighter. I felt U, and all of us. Our pain.
It brought the same violent, short joy I felt at fourteen years old when I was listening to The Bangles going number 2, right behind Kiss : mavericks always win in the end.

I thought U were the bravest of them all when I was thirteen.
Little did I know U would stay the same for the rest of your life.
U are, was, and always will be my Skipper.

Love, it isn't love until it's had.
We saw the Dawn.

[Edited 4/23/16 21:25pm]

How can this be possible?! He didn't give us time to prepare. He just went away. It's going on 48 hours and I still can't wrap my head around it. Like c'mon dude! We needed time. You didn't give us any time to even fathom that death was knocking at your door. I know you believe that time is a trick. But time unfortunately was the only way we could comprehend your existence.

This sucks so bad!!!

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After A Career Spent Fighting Piracy, Prince Tops Charts On Pirate Sites

April 23rd

Link

The success of Prince in keeping control of his copyright has come to an abrupt end.

Within hours of his death, thousands of people were sharing compilation albums and discographies on Usenet and torrent sites. One such is The Pirate Bay – which the singer several times threatened with copyright lawsuits.

“Prince fought the music industry, but also the internet (sued me at least once). He was a creative genius, deserves so much respect. RIP,” tweeted Pirate Bay co-founder Peter Sunde on Thursday.

Prince’s full 1978-2014 discography is now in number one position for music on the site, with the albums Controversy, 1999 and Around The World In A Day at numbers three, four and five respectively (David Bowie’s Universal Monsters is at number two).

On Kickass Torrents, meanwhile, the most-downloaded music title is currently The Very Best Of Prince album.

Part of the reason, of course, is the tight control the singer kept over his music throughout his career. Most notorious, perhaps, was the case of Lenz v. Universal – better known as the Dancing Baby lawsuit – in which a mother was sent a takedown notice by Universal after posting shot 29 seconds of video of her baby son dancing to Let’s Go Crazy.

More recently, he sued 22 fans for $1 million each after they posted links to bootleg concert videos – although the case was dropped when the links were removed voluntarily.

And Prince’s control over his digital music extended to legal as well as illegal sites. He disliked Spotify, for instance, almost as much as he did pirates.

Last year, he withdrew his music from all the major streaming services in favour of an exclusive deal with Tidal, set up by rapper Jay-Z, which claims to pay artists a fair amount.

The service costs $9.99 a month, with a month’s free trial.

All this means that it’s not been an easy matter to find a Prince song just a few clicks away – the immediate impulse of most people on hearing of a singer’s death. And, ironically, the dearth of legal streaming options is no doubt boosting the takeup of illegal ones.

[Edited 4/23/16 21:35pm]

JimmyNothing said:

I wrote this last night and put it on my Facebook. I'd like to share it with my fellow orgers. Much love 2 u all. Prince. Oh man. How do I write something like this? I wasn't prepared for this yet. I don't think anybody was. Prince. Most of you will know that I am a massive Prince fan. Like, obsessive levels when it comes to the man's music. Naturally I own every album he has put out but I also have over 2TB of bootlegs, live concerts, unreleased material from his famous vault and rehearsals, demos... You name it if Prince recorded it then it's likely I have it. When the news broke today I was in the basement of a suit store in London buying a new suit as a reward to myself for hitting my weight loss target recently. That and the fact that my current suit looks like it's my dad's on me now so I needed it. So I had no service on my mobile phone and was happily choosing a suit. There was a purple suit and, of course, I tried it on to see if I looked like Prince. (Side note, Prince had a lot more hair than I so no, no I did not look like Prince.) That's the thing with being an obsessive. You can always find a way to link something to your obsession. (To prove this, I found an Arsenal red t-shirt in the aisle next to the purple Prince suit.) So I get upstairs after buying my new (sadly not Purple) suit and my phone starts blowing up. Text messages and notifications from friends and family all telling me about Prince. I didn't believe it at first because of that flu story about his plane making an emergency landing last week (again, a bunch of you told me about that because y'all know how much I dig Prince.) I didn't know how to react. I actually felt my legs give way a bit from underneath in shock and immediately had to check Twitter and the news sites. Confirmed. Fuck. I'm gonna take you back now to where it all began for me. As a kid I actually hated Prince. He was weird looking. He scared me, much in the same way that Cruella Deville scared me in 101 Dalmations when I was a little kid. I remember my dad singing along to Prince on a drive to Cornwall and I protested about Prince being played and dad told me that one day I would appreciate Prince and be a fan. He doesn't remember telling me that but I think about it all the time. A couple of years later and I'm about 13 years old. It's 1992. My mum had a friend called Nikki who would come round the house a lot and Nikki was cool. I think I had a crush on her. She used to wear a key on a chain around her neck and my MIND WAS BLOWN that you could wear a house key as an item of jewellery. Who was this woman and what had she discovered in life to tell her that you could wear a HOUSE KEY as decorative jewellery. Nikki would bring music round with her sometimes and it was all music that I had never heard before. I have always loved music and devoured all kinds. I was intrigued as to what sort of music a person that had such weird and wonderful fashion jewellery sense as Nikki would listen to. What with it being 1992, the music that Nikki would bring with her would mainly be on a tape. A cassette tape. For you youngsters that's like a song that you have streamed from the cloud and put into a physical plastic shell and used a pen to tighten before putting it into a tape player, which is basically like Tidal or whatever you kids listen to nowadays. One day I was in the house on my own and there was a cassette tape with some hand writing on the white sticker on it in blue ink along with a couple of doodles of a love heart and a guitar that the author (illegal copyright theft stealer) had drawn on it. It had two words on it, and those two words would literally change my life. Purple Rain. Purple Rain. I knew that this was Nikki's tape and so, intrigued, I put the tape player in and pressed play. Now kids, cassettes wouldn't always start at the beginning of the album and you would have to rewind it (skip track back) or turn it over (no modern equivalent) to find the song that you wanted to listen to. Inevitably it meant that we would listen to albums as a whole rather than just our favourite songs. The cassette generation actually has that over the vinyl generation because the old vinyl people could lift their record needle and put it down on the track that they wanted to play. The cassette generation worked for their music. Anyway, I digress. I put the tape on and pressed play. It was the strangest sound I had ever heard. This was not music as I had grown accustomed to music sounding like. It was heavy and laborious and sticky and haunting and sparse and had had attitude. Oh my god did it have attitude. This song was standing up and shoving it in my face and screaming "THIS IS WHO I AM. WHO ARE YOU?" That song, was, "Darling Nikki." Did I mention that I was thirteen years old? Darling Nikki. I now know that this is the song that is responsible for the "Parental Advisory" stickers that you find on CD's (not defining CD's, google them kids) because of it's filthy content. I loved it. This was my first hit on the crack pipe and boy did I need more. Who the fuck was this guy singing? And WHAT did he just sing? "I knew a girl named Nikki, I guess you could say she was a sex fiend I met her in the hotel lobby masturbating with a magazine." Holy shit. I was frozen. He said WHAT??? I felt the need to rewind it because I couldn't believe what my young innocent ears had just heard. But I had the feeling that I was just at the start of the story and I needed to find out what happened with this man singing and his Nikki. Did my Nikki want me to find this tape and press play? What was going on? My heart was pounding as a physical reaction to the music. I had listened to so much music before but I had never FELT music. Not like this. This was an awakening for me. This song continued, getting heavier and heavier with sparse verses backdropped by graphic lyrics and a rhythmic best that was hypnotising, interspersed with hard loud full on rock where this singer seemed to summon everyone that had ever played an instrument before to ALL play over that instrumental chorus. "She took me to her castle And I just couldn't believe my eyes She had so many devices Everything that money could buy She said sign your name on the dotted line The lights went out And Nikki started to grind" Grind? If I was in doubt of what that meant there was no doubt left by the end of the hard rock chorus that the word "grind" instigated. Holy shit this guy is singing about sex. I had never heard anyone even talk about it and here is this guy SINGING about it. Who is he??? "The castle started spinning Or maybe it was my brain I can't tell you what she did to me But my body will never be the same Her lovin' will kick your behind Oh, she'll show you no mercy But she'll sho'nuff sho'nuff show you how to grind" Fuck. This guy is screaming. He's literally screaming on a song. Did he record this while all of this happened with Nikki!? Has anyone else heard this? Why hadn't I heard this before? "Woke up the next morning Nikki wasn't there I looked all over and all I found Was a phone number on the stairs It said thank you for a funky time Call me up whenever you want to grind Oh, Nikki, ohhhh Come back Nikki, come back Your dirty little Prince Wanna grind grind grind grind grind grind grind grind grind" What an emotional rollercoaster. The ending of the song was just this crescendo that built and built like classical music that I had heard but this was the furthest thing from classical music that I could think of. This guy was screaming and begging and making noises with his voice that I didn't even know a human could make. I was hooked. I immediately rewound the song and played it three more times, trying to decipher the words and questioning if he was singing what I thought he was singing (he was.) By the end I was physically shaking. The song had that much of an impact on me. It was so powerful. It resonated in me like nothing I had felt before. It was like someone had flipped my on-switch and I was feeling these feelings for the first time. And I couldn't even tell you what these feelings were. So after the fourth or fifth playing of Darling Nikki, I let the album continue. At the time I thought that it was a compilation of different bands and singers because it all felt so different, yet somehow it all felt so intangibly the same. Next up was When Doves Cry, closely followed by I Would Die 4 U and Baby I'm A Star (which I thought was the same song as it was a live recording that segued straight into one another. And then the final track of this album played. And it impacted on me like nothing ever had before. I was forever changed after the first chord rang out. That song was, of course, Purple Rain. Shivers ran down my spine as though Wendy Melvoin (guitarist for The Revolution, Prince's band during that era) was running her guitar pick along my literal spine and it was my bones that were reverberating and making the beautiful sound happen. There are few times in ones life when you are witness to something that is truly epic and you know right then and there that this is a statement, this is a philosophy, this is a game changer. You know that once you have listened to the end of this song you will never be the same person that you were before you had listened to it. And Purple Rain for me was that song. Still is. It is the one song that I have listened to more than any other song. I have over 100 versions of it, recorded live in countries all over the world. Videos. Extended versions. Instrumental versions. And I have seen Prince perform it on dozens of occasions all over the world at concerts. And every single time, the chord progression soothes me like a baby being comforted by his mother. The passion in the falsetto from our lead singer. And that guitar solo. THAT guitar solo. It is the guitar solo that just hit me square in the chest and made my knees go out from under me when I first heard it. I've used this analogy before when trying to explain to people just how strongly I feel about this particular guitar solo. This guitar solo to me feels like Prince has just taken the plug out of the amplifier and plugged the guitar directly into his heart and then found a way to take every emotion that he has ever had and exorcise it from his body via the medium of his guitar, which sings in his hands like nothing I have ever heard before. Prince doesn't look at music when he is playing this guitar solo. He closes his eyes. Because this guitar solo is an introspective solo that is deeply personal and raw and full of every emotion that a person can experience and then some. It sounds to me as though Prince found a way to communicate to other souls using a brand new language that didn't rely on anything as primitively as words or meaning. Prince was communicating with this new language, which was simply, music. Every single note of that guitar solo washes out of the guitar, wave after wave of pure emotion and turmoil and love and hate and jealousy and anger and forgiveness all in one in an almost unbearable sea of pure unbridled emotion that most on this planet aren't yet able to fully decipher. This man, this twenty five year old man playing this song for the first time live on that recording of Purple Rain had a deeper understanding of life than almost any creature that has stepped on this planet. He knew what it was like to be alive and to feel. And he shared it. He shared it all. He exposed it all and bared his soul to those that could hear the rhythm of his beat and for those that were fortunate enough to enjoy the ride, we were all forever changed the first time that we saw him live. And for those that didn't, the man has left a legacy of music that will continue to make future thirteen year olds sit bolt upright and say "What was that?" for generation after generation to come. Thank you, Prince.

JimmyNothing said:

I wrote this last night and put it on my Facebook. I'd like to share it with my fellow orgers. Much love 2 u all. Prince. Oh man. How do I write something like this? I wasn't prepared for this yet. I don't think anybody was. Prince. Most of you will know that I am a massive Prince fan. Like, obsessive levels when it comes to the man's music. Naturally I own every album he has put out but I also have over 2TB of bootlegs, live concerts, unreleased material from his famous vault and rehearsals, demos... You name it if Prince recorded it then it's likely I have it. When the news broke today I was in the basement of a suit store in London buying a new suit as a reward to myself for hitting my weight loss target recently. That and the fact that my current suit looks like it's my dad's on me now so I needed it. So I had no service on my mobile phone and was happily choosing a suit. There was a purple suit and, of course, I tried it on to see if I looked like Prince. (Side note, Prince had a lot more hair than I so no, no I did not look like Prince.) That's the thing with being an obsessive. You can always find a way to link something to your obsession. (To prove this, I found an Arsenal red t-shirt in the aisle next to the purple Prince suit.) So I get upstairs after buying my new (sadly not Purple) suit and my phone starts blowing up. Text messages and notifications from friends and family all telling me about Prince. I didn't believe it at first because of that flu story about his plane making an emergency landing last week (again, a bunch of you told me about that because y'all know how much I dig Prince.) I didn't know how to react. I actually felt my legs give way a bit from underneath in shock and immediately had to check Twitter and the news sites. Confirmed. Fuck. I'm gonna take you back now to where it all began for me. As a kid I actually hated Prince. He was weird looking. He scared me, much in the same way that Cruella Deville scared me in 101 Dalmations when I was a little kid. I remember my dad singing along to Prince on a drive to Cornwall and I protested about Prince being played and dad told me that one day I would appreciate Prince and be a fan. He doesn't remember telling me that but I think about it all the time. A couple of years later and I'm about 13 years old. It's 1992. My mum had a friend called Nikki who would come round the house a lot and Nikki was cool. I think I had a crush on her. She used to wear a key on a chain around her neck and my MIND WAS BLOWN that you could wear a house key as an item of jewellery. Who was this woman and what had she discovered in life to tell her that you could wear a HOUSE KEY as decorative jewellery. Nikki would bring music round with her sometimes and it was all music that I had never heard before. I have always loved music and devoured all kinds. I was intrigued as to what sort of music a person that had such weird and wonderful fashion jewellery sense as Nikki would listen to. What with it being 1992, the music that Nikki would bring with her would mainly be on a tape. A cassette tape. For you youngsters that's like a song that you have streamed from the cloud and put into a physical plastic shell and used a pen to tighten before putting it into a tape player, which is basically like Tidal or whatever you kids listen to nowadays. One day I was in the house on my own and there was a cassette tape with some hand writing on the white sticker on it in blue ink along with a couple of doodles of a love heart and a guitar that the author (illegal copyright theft stealer) had drawn on it. It had two words on it, and those two words would literally change my life. Purple Rain. Purple Rain. I knew that this was Nikki's tape and so, intrigued, I put the tape player in and pressed play. Now kids, cassettes wouldn't always start at the beginning of the album and you would have to rewind it (skip track back) or turn it over (no modern equivalent) to find the song that you wanted to listen to. Inevitably it meant that we would listen to albums as a whole rather than just our favourite songs. The cassette generation actually has that over the vinyl generation because the old vinyl people could lift their record needle and put it down on the track that they wanted to play. The cassette generation worked for their music. Anyway, I digress. I put the tape on and pressed play. It was the strangest sound I had ever heard. This was not music as I had grown accustomed to music sounding like. It was heavy and laborious and sticky and haunting and sparse and had had attitude. Oh my god did it have attitude. This song was standing up and shoving it in my face and screaming "THIS IS WHO I AM. WHO ARE YOU?" That song, was, "Darling Nikki." Did I mention that I was thirteen years old? Darling Nikki. I now know that this is the song that is responsible for the "Parental Advisory" stickers that you find on CD's (not defining CD's, google them kids) because of it's filthy content. I loved it. This was my first hit on the crack pipe and boy did I need more. Who the fuck was this guy singing? And WHAT did he just sing? "I knew a girl named Nikki, I guess you could say she was a sex fiend I met her in the hotel lobby masturbating with a magazine." Holy shit. I was frozen. He said WHAT??? I felt the need to rewind it because I couldn't believe what my young innocent ears had just heard. But I had the feeling that I was just at the start of the story and I needed to find out what happened with this man singing and his Nikki. Did my Nikki want me to find this tape and press play? What was going on? My heart was pounding as a physical reaction to the music. I had listened to so much music before but I had never FELT music. Not like this. This was an awakening for me. This song continued, getting heavier and heavier with sparse verses backdropped by graphic lyrics and a rhythmic best that was hypnotising, interspersed with hard loud full on rock where this singer seemed to summon everyone that had ever played an instrument before to ALL play over that instrumental chorus. "She took me to her castle And I just couldn't believe my eyes She had so many devices Everything that money could buy She said sign your name on the dotted line The lights went out And Nikki started to grind" Grind? If I was in doubt of what that meant there was no doubt left by the end of the hard rock chorus that the word "grind" instigated. Holy shit this guy is singing about sex. I had never heard anyone even talk about it and here is this guy SINGING about it. Who is he??? "The castle started spinning Or maybe it was my brain I can't tell you what she did to me But my body will never be the same Her lovin' will kick your behind Oh, she'll show you no mercy But she'll sho'nuff sho'nuff show you how to grind" Fuck. This guy is screaming. He's literally screaming on a song. Did he record this while all of this happened with Nikki!? Has anyone else heard this? Why hadn't I heard this before? "Woke up the next morning Nikki wasn't there I looked all over and all I found Was a phone number on the stairs It said thank you for a funky time Call me up whenever you want to grind Oh, Nikki, ohhhh Come back Nikki, come back Your dirty little Prince Wanna grind grind grind grind grind grind grind grind grind" What an emotional rollercoaster. The ending of the song was just this crescendo that built and built like classical music that I had heard but this was the furthest thing from classical music that I could think of. This guy was screaming and begging and making noises with his voice that I didn't even know a human could make. I was hooked. I immediately rewound the song and played it three more times, trying to decipher the words and questioning if he was singing what I thought he was singing (he was.) By the end I was physically shaking. The song had that much of an impact on me. It was so powerful. It resonated in me like nothing I had felt before. It was like someone had flipped my on-switch and I was feeling these feelings for the first time. And I couldn't even tell you what these feelings were. So after the fourth or fifth playing of Darling Nikki, I let the album continue. At the time I thought that it was a compilation of different bands and singers because it all felt so different, yet somehow it all felt so intangibly the same. Next up was When Doves Cry, closely followed by I Would Die 4 U and Baby I'm A Star (which I thought was the same song as it was a live recording that segued straight into one another. And then the final track of this album played. And it impacted on me like nothing ever had before. I was forever changed after the first chord rang out. That song was, of course, Purple Rain. Shivers ran down my spine as though Wendy Melvoin (guitarist for The Revolution, Prince's band during that era) was running her guitar pick along my literal spine and it was my bones that were reverberating and making the beautiful sound happen. There are few times in ones life when you are witness to something that is truly epic and you know right then and there that this is a statement, this is a philosophy, this is a game changer. You know that once you have listened to the end of this song you will never be the same person that you were before you had listened to it. And Purple Rain for me was that song. Still is. It is the one song that I have listened to more than any other song. I have over 100 versions of it, recorded live in countries all over the world. Videos. Extended versions. Instrumental versions. And I have seen Prince perform it on dozens of occasions all over the world at concerts. And every single time, the chord progression soothes me like a baby being comforted by his mother. The passion in the falsetto from our lead singer. And that guitar solo. THAT guitar solo. It is the guitar solo that just hit me square in the chest and made my knees go out from under me when I first heard it. I've used this analogy before when trying to explain to people just how strongly I feel about this particular guitar solo. This guitar solo to me feels like Prince has just taken the plug out of the amplifier and plugged the guitar directly into his heart and then found a way to take every emotion that he has ever had and exorcise it from his body via the medium of his guitar, which sings in his hands like nothing I have ever heard before. Prince doesn't look at music when he is playing this guitar solo. He closes his eyes. Because this guitar solo is an introspective solo that is deeply personal and raw and full of every emotion that a person can experience and then some. It sounds to me as though Prince found a way to communicate to other souls using a brand new language that didn't rely on anything as primitively as words or meaning. Prince was communicating with this new language, which was simply, music. Every single note of that guitar solo washes out of the guitar, wave after wave of pure emotion and turmoil and love and hate and jealousy and anger and forgiveness all in one in an almost unbearable sea of pure unbridled emotion that most on this planet aren't yet able to fully decipher. This man, this twenty five year old man playing this song for the first time live on that recording of Purple Rain had a deeper understanding of life than almost any creature that has stepped on this planet. He knew what it was like to be alive and to feel. And he shared it. He shared it all. He exposed it all and bared his soul to those that could hear the rhythm of his beat and for those that were fortunate enough to enjoy the ride, we were all forever changed the first time that we saw him live. And for those that didn't, the man has left a legacy of music that will continue to make future thirteen year olds sit bolt upright and say "What was that?" for generation after generation to come. Thank you, Prince.

I know it's a long-shot, but do any BayNPG'ers want to get together this week and go see Purple Rain at one of the theaters playing it? I really want to go, and would love to connect with the old Fam.

Grim Reaper: I'm so sorry...
Prince: It's all right.
Grim Reaper (singing): I never meant to cause you any trouble...
Prince: (laughs)

Patton Oswalt tweeted that on Thursday after the news of Prince's passing. His wife died in her sleep that night. 2016 is an asshole.

Went and saw Joan Osbourne tonight. She did "What if God Was One of Us" and said it was great that Prince had recorded it. She did Kiss (first set) and LRC (second set) as encores tonight.

People were singing along. It was sweet.

What I'm feeling right now can not be described with words, it just can't. I used to visit this site quite frequently back in the day, but it's been 3 years since the last time I logged in, and it seems like a long time to me... Looking through some of my old post and replies, I found this, written by me:

"Prince has brought a lot of hapiness and Inspiration to my life since I became a fan of his work...

His songs have been the soundtrack of my life during this last two years. Whenever I remember the day I graduated from Highschool, the first time I traveled alone, My first piercing, the first day of university, The first time I had my own money, I think of Prince. So of course I care about him -I don't like all of his music and I don't agree with everything the man does... And sometimes he pisses me off- And I don't claim to know him, because I'm only 16, But I want him to be happy and fullfilled in all aspects."

A lot of things have changed since then. I'm 20 now, I'm an independent young lady who's about to finish college and I'm most definitely not that same inmature teenager. My english got better, too. But the one thing that's still intact in my life is the love and appreciation I have and will always have for that man, because his music was not only the soundtrack of my teenage years, but the soundtrack of all the events that came after that. He helped me get through some really hard shit, he helped me understand so many things and he made my days colorful.

I still can recall one time I was in school and it was raining like crazy so I sat down on the hallway with my headphones on, listening to Diamonds and Pearls, waiting til the rain was over so I could walk back home. Raspberry Beret was my go to whenever I felt down or depressed because it made me feel cheerful and happy. I dedicated With You to my long-term (and current) boyfriend one time, too.

I know I've been part of this family for only 6 years, while some of you are here since the 90's, since day 1, but I can assure you there are way too many memories, way too many anecdotes, I would spend days describing. I was in complete disbelief when I received that text message from my mom telling me "Our Prince" as she would call him all the time, was gone. I was sad, I was angry, I felt frail... But mostly sad. I was not expecting this. I've been crying on and off since I found out.

I will forever be grateful for everything he brought to me without even knowing it. Thank you, Prince.

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Shelia E. with Larry Graham on Saturday at Paisley Park.

LleeLlee said:

My heart is aching.

I wanted to post part of a poem I like. ....

I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there. I did not die.

by Mary Elizabeth Frye.

Beautiful Lleena.

Every time I think I'm starting to feel better, to feel normal, I read something else, see something else, remember something, somebody calls me... I'm going off the grid for a few days, and honestly I'm not sure if I'll be back here anytime soon. It's all too much, my brain is becoming an emotion stew and I need to get it back on some kind of level plain where things make sense again. I'll leave this on the way out. Not sure if it's been posted here or not. I'm afraid to look for fear of finding 27 other things that make me emotional.

Obviously Chappelle is talking about Minneapolis at the beginning...

"As a city, they exported a musical giant. It says a lot about them that at the height of his fame he chose to stay in Minneapolis. His admirers are a community that spans the globe. His legacy is an immense offering of music, love and laughter. And a fight for fairness to artists. Nothing of this world will begin to fill the void of his absence except his memory. Scientifically a memory is almost neurologically identical to an experience. So remember your loved ones often. Forget their faults and remember the best of what they made you feel. In that way… all of us are immortal gifts to one another that keeps on giving." - Dave Chappelle

Hey folks.

I am sorry this has happened.

I am trying to just enjoy some music and think happy thoughts.

I'm 45 now, saw him for the first time in Belgium in 1986 but been a fan since 1984, or, in fact, 1982 without knowing, not knowing at that time that 1999 was performed by the same artist as When Doves Cry, the song that would change my life forever.

My last post here was 10 years ago and I feel being obliged to write this message in order to contribute to all of your healing words! Even if Prince has not alway been as present in my life as he should have been I never realised how lost I would be after his death. I know it sounds cliché but to me the world will never be the same again. Still crying and trying to imagine how things wil be in the future. Not knowing if I ever will be able to play an instrument again without feeling like a traitor because my hero is no longer on this planet and will never play again...

Also feelin' bad about the cremation, even if it was the way he wanted it to be. To me it gives this whole dreadful situation an "irreversible" twist (I know how crazy this must sound).

He was my youth and my life, I loved him more than I ever realised and from now on every day without him will be a challenge...

Thank you all for your lovely words of love and unity and thank you Prince and everybody who contributed to his wonderful life!!!

Miss you... unbearable...

Gert said:

I'm 45 now, saw him for the first time in Belgium in 1986 but been a fan since 1984, or, in fact, 1982 without knowing, not knowing at that time that 1999 was performed by the same artist as When Doves Cry, the song that would change my life forever.

Hey, Gert, I feel your pain. I guess we all do.

That first line could almost be about me: "I'm 46 now, saw him for the first time in London in 1986 but been a fan since 1984, or, in fact 1982 without knowing, not knowing at that time that 1999 was performed by the same artist as When Doves Cry, the song that would change my life forever."

A lot of us have come along on the same journey. Now, we're all wondering what to do without the man who took us this far.

Take care of yourself.

It's snowing in The Netherlands in April.... picture by Dutch Press Agency ANP

HatrinaHaterwitz said:

'Sometimes It Snows In April -'

@ circa 6:28 the title of this thread (click on link below)

Prince MTV Unplugged - The Art of Musicology

take a listen f u have a window of time link: https://www.youtube.com/w...Pwm6YHmlFU

HatrinaHaterwitz thank you for issuing a poignant title to this thread. sweet and sensitive u are.

2moro 4 me and mine,

>>>>>>> time 2 celebrate his great contribution to my world musically. (i know i wil still cry 4 him from x 2 x, & shed tears of wonderful memories of PRINCE.)

THANK YOU MR. PRINCE R NELSON

RIP

(thank u ben/luv4u & all the prince.org moderators fpr this forum

[Edited 4/24/16 2:10am]

Firstly let me say it's taken till now for me to be able to let people know what Prince meant to me, he has been a massive influence on my life, he was there for me through his music at all the pivotal moments, my first girlfriend was at the time Batman came out and we used to sit listening to the album, I lost my virginity to Scandalous. When I met my wife I made a mixtape for her, she says listening to The Beautiful Ones made up her mind to leave her husband and make a new life with me. We had 2 Prince songs at our wedding, Soul Sancutary and Friend, Lover, Sister, Mother/Wife. When it came time to start thinking about a family I played Let's Have A Baby on constant repeat. I even have my funeral planned, when people come into the chapel they will be listening to Sometimes It Snows In April.

He has influenced me in many other ways, too numerous to mention, I honestly don't know how to carry on knowing that for the rest of my life he will be absent, I will of course, and it will get easier over time, I'm sure. I know I'm not special, I'm no different to any of you.

My thoughts are with his family and friends, and of course with all of you xx

airth said:

Gert said:

I'm 45 now, saw him for the first time in Belgium in 1986 but been a fan since 1984, or, in fact, 1982 without knowing, not knowing at that time that 1999 was performed by the same artist as When Doves Cry, the song that would change my life forever.

Hey, Gert, I feel your pain. I guess we all do.

That first line could almost be about me: "I'm 46 now, saw him for the first time in London in 1986 but been a fan since 1984, or, in fact 1982 without knowing, not knowing at that time that 1999 was performed by the same artist as When Doves Cry, the song that would change my life forever."

A lot of us have come along on the same journey. Now, we're all wondering what to do without the man who took us this far.

Take care of yourself.

Thanks and a big hug, you're soo kind, take care too, we're all in this together...