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And all the media people jumping on the fan bandwagon. I understand this is news, but for example here in the SF Bay Area, the local alternative radio station is playing Prince every hour, and they haven't played him since the 80's or 90's. Even the talk radio station is talking for hours about Prince, and they don't know crap about him..."oh hubba hubba the women he was with" was one thing the idiot said on KGO radio. I called the producer and told her that the on-air guy needed to have some flippin respect. Later I called on air because they were talking about his after shows and how does one get in ( were they just for vip's), and when they asked about the shows I went to, they said "you must be his biggest fan!" And I'm like, no, not even close, and we were all his FAM. | |
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......If your are looking for a more genuine heartfelt tribute radio show, you could do worse than this 2h30min show from radio scotland on thursday night, great memories, concert tales, and songs.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/prog...60hyj#play available for 28 days (possible proxy required for non uk listeners) [Edited 4/22/16 15:48pm] \o/\o/ ° The Breakdown = Best Prince song for 20 years | |
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Thanks I'll check it out
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Many people do not really get it: even most of the people going out to Paisley or First Ave. [Edited 4/22/16 16:01pm] "Keep on shilling for Big Pharm!" |
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Prince, in you I found a kindred spirit...Rest In Paradise. | |
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Prince, in you I found a kindred spirit...Rest In Paradise. | |
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Just saw Drfunkenberry on CNN who spoke about Prince. He did a good job and said some very nice things about him.RIP Prince. He is so missed. | |
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Thank You! That's what I've been thinking about today. He was obviously battling some kind of sickness and hadn't been doing well lately. Why would the people around him leave him alone? Personally, I've never listened to ill loved ones when they've told me that they were okay and were fine to be alone. I always make sure that either myself or someobody else is around to keep an eye on them. If I was Prince's friend or staff member, I would not have left him alone knowing that he was still ill.
I wish someone had been with Prince when he fell ill. Maybe he could have survived.
*Sigh* "And When The Groove Is Dead And Gone, You Know That Love Survives, So We Can Rock Forever" RIP MJ 
"Baby, that was much too fast"...Goodnight dear sweet Prince. I'll love you always | |
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I really have no idea what to say at the moment. I guess soon I'll post some memories, I think it would be good for everyone maybe to post how we first heard about him. That would be nice to read. It's just so unexpected and sad. Especially if it's true that he's been in the elevator for a while. That is really profoundly sad and very tough to imagine. That should not happen to anyone. Hugs to all. Hey loudmouth, shut the fuck up, right? |
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It will take some time until I'm ready to listen to his music again. It's really hard to hear him sing and knowing he won't be here making music anymore or performing. I haven't been this sad since my grandma passed away 13 years ago. It feels like a nightmare and I want to wake up, knowing hes still here. I was only 9 when I first discovered Prince in 1991. It's been a long journey with so much joy and his music has meant a lot to me during all these years. Not only has his death made me rally sad, its also a wake up call that were all really volnurable and life can take a unexpected turn to worst when we least expect it. We don't know how ill he was, but I had strange feeling since a few months back that something wasn't right, especially when seemed to loose so much weight. He could have been ill for some time but only he and the doctors knew what he was suffering from. However, Prince will always be in my heart and I'm so grateful for all the music he has shared with us during all these years. I'm sure I will meet him one day when it's my turn to cross over to the other side, until then I will keep him in my memories and I'm so happy for everything he has done for us. [Edited 4/22/16 16:24pm] Welcome 2 The Dawn | |
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Hey lady "Let love be your perfect weapon..." ~~Andy Biersack | |
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When this happened the org was down. I tried to come over to find you and see if you were ok. Then tried to find your email address. Couldn't find it.
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Prince, in you I found a kindred spirit...Rest In Paradise. | |
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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. Put yourself on the worldwide org map! www.frappr.com/princeorg |
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I cried all day yesterday and played Parade and One Nite Alone - I guess to feel even more sorry for myself. Parade warmed my heart a little as I had forgotten had brilliant it was.
I was dismayed at a radio station here in Sydney talking about him and saying "ring in and tell us how you are celebrating" - WTF !!!! One caller, who is probably on here, told it how it was. Not a celebration for us - well not on Day 1 of hearing the news. A Sydney newspaper postered a pic of "Prince and his ex-wife Mayte Garcia" which was actually Manuela so some things don't change.
It's like losing a family member as anyone who has will know. Day 1 you are numb and cannot function. Day 2 you are slightly better. As time goes on you improve and the hurt reduces but you will never get over it.
He was a part of my life for more than 30 years and all my family and friends knew it. His songs made me laugh, dance, sing and cry. I was truly blessed to see him 8 weeks ago in Sydney and I will cherish that memory forever. Was it "Coincidence or Fate" that he was performing in a way that truly showcased his talent in what would be his final tour.
Much love to everyone on the Org and thanks so much to the Moderators for the joy the Org has brought me.
KevinB
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I haven't been here in a long time. So sad to hear the news. About 10 to 12 years ago I grabbed a lot of videos from housequake and saved them to DVDs. Going to rewatch this weekend, have a ton of his live tv performances, interviews, etc. I am so glad I paid the 200 a ticket to see him and 3rd Eye Girl a couple years ago, was hoping to see the Piano and Mic tour if it came close but saw him 3 times, the top 3 concerts I have ever attended. I consider myself a Prince fanatic, was obsessed more than any other artist, collected everything I could. Its still hard to believe this is real. RIP... | |
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I Love this man so much. I would see him during dream time since Kindergarten. He means so much to me and I am devistated. Everytime I watched Under The Cherry Moon I cried when Christopher Tracey died and Sometimes it Snows in April came on. I was lucky to be in his presence at an art gallery and yes he had that magical aura. Too nervous to say hello and I regret it. He really did shape me as a person. The day he passed I had no clue what happened until mid day. That morning I tried out a new nail salon and my manicurist name was Tracy smh. Synchronicity. I love all kinds of music but Prince will always be my #1. | |
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It's been so long since I've been here.. But it's the only place to be right now. So heartbroken.. I've known and listened to Princes music since I was four years old. I've found so much comfort and joy in his music. Listening to his music is like entering a special universe, offering so much joy and consolation. I've had the chance to see him live about 14 times.. It's devastating to think I will never feel that excitement for a P show ever again, never hear him say, if you know the words, sing along, if you don't , you better ask someone.. Never see that cheeky smile again, or the joy of playing for his fans.. Slapping that bass, hitting those drums, killing that guitar solo.. It's like losing an older brother, a dear friend.. I love you Prince, I will always miss U and I can't stop crying.. Such a loss, so sad and heartbroken. | |
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Prince there are no words. Just tears. I've loved you all my life. I hope you knew how much you were loved. How much you are now missed. Remember how we met. "For You" I'm leave with one of your early favorites of mine "It's Gonna Be Lonely...with out you loving me, giving you everything that I'll need, Oh pretty baby can't you seeee... LONELY" those vocals, those cooos, fade out till the end.
Thank you, for sharing that incredible talent, with this world. With me.
"When I'm alone in my room...just dreaming about U.....
This was the first song I played yesterday morning, followed by When Doves Cry, Then Controversy, Uptown. I was about to play I wish U Heaven. I haven't played it in a long while. Then my phone buzzed. I picked it up, pulled down the screen and it said the worst thing I ever. I threw down my phone. I screamed. I hit the internet and read U our Prince was gone. Tears for the next 10 hours. They wouldn't stop. Couldn't stop. I couldn't eat a thing. The massive head ache, heart ache , stomach tied in knots. I had no more tears to shed. While I dropped that first tear. I played I wish U heaven. I haven't played another Prince song since. I haven't watched TV either. My phone blew up, but nothing mattered. Our Prince was not of this earth no more.
I love U Prince Rogers Nelson. All that rain yesterday, those rainbows over Paisley Park, all those buildings and bridges and waterfalls and landmarks shining that beautiful color Purple that you loved so. And all our tears... "For YOU" | |
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I still can't believe this!! Still numb. Doesn't feel real. Since the Gala I felt this was a goodbye show. I told my buddy next to me even while at Oakland at the Paramount like is he dying?? b/c the music that he played from his fingertips thru that Piano was 100% saddness on all the slow jam's. 1 thing i'll never forget at Paisley when he asked if anyone has lucid dream's, i screamed so loud an i was in front side row next to Jon Bream an a couple other's n P's eye's got huge as he stared thru me. A lot of my friend's are dead and I no what he mean's. BUT I didn't think he would go this soon.. Nevermind dying alone in a elevator. I was listening to 1999 when it came out & ever since then was obbsessed w/ Prince. If there is a GOD , they wouldn't have took a man that gave so much to charities, did a lot for people...Even those he never met, those of us who saw him live know it's a healing expierence. I'd fly being in so much pain than soon as he'd hit the stage an start playing it was like my pain was getting fought an healed by his music. Very few can do this ( I have fibromyalsia, severe ibs, etc so hard for me to travel, always in bad nerve pain, nevermind TSA bs). Also od'ing on perc's i heard was the reason for his Narcan admin when he went to hosp an plane had to land early. Than at Paisley people acted like he was happy, but he wasen't, there was a odd air..Yea for a second seeing his new guitar/piano made him smile, but any artist would at the site of instruments you play.. He been talking a lot about death b4 Vanity even died. Talking about his dad, getting personal w/ his audience espicially at the Gala..Since when he ever got that personal?? 2nd set he didn't have to talk, was so deep n he was crying a lot..Something was up..I just was wishing it wasen't going to happen this soon.. I tried listening to 1,000 X's & O's from Gala but lost my shit, same w/ trying to listen to Old Friends 4 Sale. It's odd there's friends who died i never got over, unfortunately this has same feeling. I remember I was right behind Funkenberry during 2nd set, during 1st set next to a chick who went to 100's of PP shows and John Bream..Me & Bream talked a lot. I wonder how he's holding up, I no he's gotta be taking it hard. He's one of the few that was there since day 1, now that guy could write a book on his stories. I was just talking about where is he going to next and that i gotta go. I can't imagine a time where i won't be looking to see when an where P is gonna pop up next & if i can make it. Than i'd complain i'm spending to much, an getting tix are gonna be annoying, but once at the show it's all good..I still can't imagine this..I'm numb, i'm sad, i'm mad, an i can't fathom not having Prince anymore. HE WAS THE LAST & ONLY MUSICIAN OF HIS KIND!!! It's even worst that he died alone in a fuckin elevator... Also I no there was camera's watching everywhere in that place, i thought they had someone watching what i was told looked like a NASA control board of video screen's. Or even Security..Even tho he is a private person I would think someone would have been there to have seen him have trouble maybe going up stair's,etc. It's like if only someone was there to help him. Unless he didn't wanna be helped....................
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The Day Prince Died...April 21, 2016I can’t... That was yesterday, after I heard. I couldn’t.Today? About the same, but I wrote a few things down to help me through this. Here goes:April 22, 2016 I am passed the denial phase, but I keep looking back. Trying to forget what just happened. Pretending, in vain, that he is still breathing and creating somewhere out there... And when I stop grieving for a moment, another song-triggered memory steps right up, like it was just waiting in an endless line, for it’s turn. And each time, it breaks me. Sometimes with a smile and slowly forming tear. Somethings with a gush of air and pain... and more tears. Every time.I am not concerned with people’s opinions. I stopped defending him decades ago. You simply get it, or you don’t. And even if you do ‘get it’, the depth of the connection some of us have with his music is impossible to measure, much less adequately explain. Those that have lived some of these moments with me need no explanation. It’s palpable. You can feel it, taste it, know it.I can’t start at the beginning & move forward. I seem to jump back and forth in a non-liner, nebula of places, people, events and emotions. Births, deaths, dances, love, pain, heartache and joy. Faces flash buy, mostly smiling. And in the background, the only constant is his music. Thus, his presence. In short: He was always there. Always in my hair.And still, I can’t. I can’d deal with this one. SRV was tragic and MJ was difficult. But this? Losing Prince in his earthly form is an event that I am just not ready to deal with... I digress. Always in my hair... From a 13 year old skinny kid dancing alone in my room to Lady Cab Driver, to my first dance as the husband of Adriana M. Orozco to Adore- and onto my 10 year wedding anniversary, with the kids all in purple... for over 34 years, he was always there.From “When U Were Mine” during Saturday morning chores, to “Adore” at our wedding. Siempre presente... He put his mark on the milestones of my life and in the every day conversations. “Hey! Slow down lil’ red corvette...” is something my 3 kids have been hearing since birth.His art served as a musical testimony of my life, if not the theme songs. I related to the art in a place, past knowledge. The Pain. The Passion. The Fearlessness and The Freedom to be The You, that You were almost afraid to be.That confidence spilled over into every part of me. Physically, emotionally & spiritually. And the self-conflict, the contradictions that I felt, naturally, flowed from his music. Effortlessly making sense to me on different levels. That confidence, wrapped in funky music, in profound and sometimes profane lyrics was alive and present to me, as was any person in my life at the time... He was always there.And if I could put it simply, that is “it”. Animal and Spirit locked in an intimate combat-dance. From ‘Darlin Nikki’ to ‘4 The Tears in Your eyes’. From ‘Erotic City’ to The Our Father in ‘Controversy’. That struggle was ever-present. The desire of the flesh and the desire of the Soul. To be better at both. At all things. The drive to be better tomorrow than yesterday... To Create & Love & Laugh & Mourn.And, as he matured, so did we all. As the Spiritual took first place with him, so did it with most of us. And I realized more and more the Grace and Love of God. And the music evolved with me...I am in a place today where I need comfort. So I listen & remember. Never one without the other. ‘Adore’, ‘Sometimes it Snows in April’. ‘Another Lonely Christmas’ bring me comfort and grief, in equal measure. But not enough to wanna dance... Not yet. I just can’t.I watched the news and saw fans and folks celebrating his life. Dancing and singing and laughing. It’s probably what he would want. But I just can’t. Not yet... The grief is only lessened by the gratitude. “Better to have loved and lost, then to have never loved” rings truer to me today...And so, for now? For now, I grieve with a grateful heart. RPS Today, the flashbacks on facebook showed us at his concert 5 years ago today. I was wearing the same shirt and tie I had on the day he died. Coincidence. or a comfort? Dios Sabe...[Edited 5/17/16 15:53pm] | |
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Prince, in you I found a kindred spirit...Rest In Paradise. | |
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After yesterday, what was an intense day(s), I am realizing how lucky I am (and friends of mine) to have witnessed Prince playing live so many times over many years.
Prince was the best of the best when it comes to musical talent, a creative force of nature and musical genius and more than anything; unique and original. Most music is taken from somewhere else. His musical talent, artistry and creativity was truly unique, which is so very rare. Being truly unique and original takes courage and guts and true creatives aren't afraid of getting it wrong. He was not afraid to go wherever his heart and dreams took him and he took us into his world. And what a ride it was.
A lot of musicians in the world look up to him as an influence, an inspiration, a mentor and the best talent there is, and we are left with many beautiful memories and recordings.
He could play every instrument, and from his first album he produced arranged, composed and performed almost everything with over 40 albums and those are only the ones released. He recorded almost every day of his life. When Doves Cry was written, recorded, mixed, produced by himself in one night. By the morning he had the complete track done with multi track vocals and as we hear it today. Purple Rain the album was #1 for 6 months in 1984. Talk about prolific and a true one man musical force of nature.
I am so fortunate that I got to experience many of his live shows over the years, over 25 years, in Sydney, London, NYC, San Fran, LA and the last time I saw him was 3 shows in Sydney in Feb 2016. The world won't be the same without him but his music will live on as one of the true greats for generations to come.
Here's a list of shows that I went to over the years. His shows and performances were electric. He was able to captivate a room or a stadium like none other and create an electric atmosphere that made the hairs stand up on the back of your neck. I am very fortunate to have seen all these shows and those memories will stay with me forever.
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The feeling you get when... (you squeeze your balls?) no that's not it... |
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He's the reason I became a musician at age 12 now I'm 23 and a professional. Seeing a well known artist with female musicians changed my life for the better, and I'll always be eternally grateful. I can't believe this. It still doesn't seem real. I'm glad he knew how much his fans cared for and loved him. My only wish was to see him live in concert, unfortunately I never got the chance. Thank you for the music and inspiration, Prince. Your spirit will live on through the amazing music you gifted us with. Yeah, I'm a female drummer, and yeah I'm
Awsome! Love is to weak to define... Music! | |
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Google also had purple rain falling on their home search page. Superfunkycalifragisexy! | |
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