Remeber those people that were bytching about P cancelling the original Atlanta shows. Some were goning on and on,,.... he couldn't be sick, he cancelled to close to showtime, etc. etc. Well, I guess he really did have a illness/pain. How do they feel now???

I wished he didn't reschdule them and when he cancelled the first time, use that time to gone out to Dr. Kornfield or some other specialist and maybe we would still have Prince with us today!

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I really feel for those folks (in that 15 min. Atlanta documentary) that missed the show. They thought they would catch him the next time.

But how could they have known the state Prince was in, and what he was going through? I certainly won't put any negativity on any of them.

Well a few were writing he was faking his illness, So they need!

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I had tickets to both shows that night. I was on my way to Atlanta, pulled over to get gas, checked email, and saw the shows had been cancelled due to Prince being ill. Of course, I was disappointed. And there is not a single person here who could say they would not have been disappointed either, or even angry had you spent over $1000 on tickets plus the cost of hotel fees, plane rides, etc. Luckily, I only had to pay for gas and the tickets, as I live 2.5 hours from Atlanta, well within driving range. Not a one of us could have imagined what was going to happen a short 2 weeks after the 7th, which is evidenced by the shock and the pain that everyone has shown at his passing. So, for those that were angry, deeply upset, and complained, I can understand why, and I can also understand that they, too, are grieving this loss, never being able to imagine that it would be the last time we'd see him, or that he was so bad off.

For myself, I had managed to get time off from work to be able to attend both shows. However, while I was disappointed, my main concern was that hoping Prince would get better. I knew he would reschedule and I hoped I would be able to attend. On the way back home that night, I stopped off and took pictures at several places (which I had planned to do in Atlanta). I hung on to my tickets, in the event he was able to reschedule soon. I did debate about turning back in the tickets, because I wasn't sure I would be able to take time off from work again, any time soon, but thought I'd try to get the time off again.

I was able to see both shows on the 14th, did get the time off. I remember thinking that it was too soon, and that if he needed to take more time, I would wait for him to be 100% better. I feel blessed that I got to see him that night, but it is a double edged sword, because on the other hand, I feel extreme guilt and sadness. Guilt, because I sat in the audience enjoying the show, digging the groove, and our man was still not feeling good, and I could not tell that he was as bad off as he apparently was. It has been extremely difficult to accept that he is gone, because I can still close my eyes and see him at the piano. Listening to the live version of "Black Sweat" from that night, I can still see him stomping his right leg, as he is playing, and then leaning back on the seat, stomping, and clapping for a short time. When he sings "I don't want to take my clothes off," I see him pulling off his jacket and the crowd going crazy, "but I do." I can still see him struttng across the stage. I see him, from both shows, silhouted against the gold light, larger than life, at the start of both shows. I see him walking off the stage, coming back to pick up his cane, and waking back off the stage at the end of the shows, and pointing up as he is exiting the stage. I can still smell the incense.

Today has been very hard, as I remember the last time I saw him. I have cried more today than I have in the past couple of weeks, because I miss him. Yes, I initially complained, for a minute, but then decided that my disappointment of not being able to see him on the 7th was miniscule compared to my desire that he get better. I knew he would reschedule and that I would get to see him again. Did I imagine that would be the last time I would see him? No. Did I imagine that he would not be with us a short time after that show? I had a feeling and even told a friend about that feeling on the 17th, but no, deep in my heart, I thought I would be going to Prince concerts well into my 80s. So how does it feel? It hurts deeper than I ever imagined it would.

The better question is: Why was a man who had access to all the money in the world practically, working in the midst of a deadly drug addiction in the first place? How did that happen? Fans had no way of knowing all the shit Prince was hiding when they were complaining about money they'd spent on a show he cancelled.

benni said:

I cussed them out on social media, and i gave them a word or two when Prince left the stage early When Denise Matthews passed away. People seem to think musicians are like wind up toys. Selfish af. SMH

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benni said:

I had tickets to both shows that night. I was on my way to Atlanta, pulled over to get gas, checked email, and saw the shows had been cancelled due to Prince being ill. Of course, I was disappointed. And there is not a single person here who could say they would not have been disappointed either, or even angry had you spent over $1000 on tickets plus the cost of hotel fees, plane rides, etc. Luckily, I only had to pay for gas and the tickets, as I live 2.5 hours from Atlanta, well within driving range. Not a one of us could have imagined what was going to happen a short 2 weeks after the 7th, which is evidenced by the shock and the pain that everyone has shown at his passing. So, for those that were angry, deeply upset, and complained, I can understand why, and I can also understand that they, too, are grieving this loss, never being able to imagine that it would be the last time we'd see him, or that he was so bad off.

For myself, I had managed to get time off from work to be able to attend both shows. However, while I was disappointed, my main concern was that hoping Prince would get better. I knew he would reschedule and I hoped I would be able to attend. On the way back home that night, I stopped off and took pictures at several places (which I had planned to do in Atlanta). I hung on to my tickets, in the event he was able to reschedule soon. I did debate about turning back in the tickets, because I wasn't sure I would be able to take time off from work again, any time soon, but thought I'd try to get the time off again.

I was able to see both shows on the 14th, did get the time off. I remember thinking that it was too soon, and that if he needed to take more time, I would wait for him to be 100% better. I feel blessed that I got to see him that night, but it is a double edged sword, because on the other hand, I feel extreme guilt and sadness. Guilt, because I sat in the audience enjoying the show, digging the groove, and our man was still not feeling good, and I could not tell that he was as bad off as he apparently was. It has been extremely difficult to accept that he is gone, because I can still close my eyes and see him at the piano. Listening to the live version of "Black Sweat" from that night, I can still see him stomping his right leg, as he is playing, and then leaning back on the seat, stomping, and clapping for a short time. When he sings "I don't want to take my clothes off," I see him pulling off his jacket and the crowd going crazy, "but I do." I can still see him struttng across the stage. I see him, from both shows, silhouted against the gold light, larger than life, at the start of both shows. I see him walking off the stage, coming back to pick up his cane, and waking back off the stage at the end of the shows, and pointing up as he is exiting the stage. I can still smell the incense.

Today has been very hard, as I remember the last time I saw him. I have cried more today than I have in the past couple of weeks, because I miss him. Yes, I initially complained, for a minute, but then decided that my disappointment of not being able to see him on the 7th was miniscule compared to my desire that he get better. I knew he would reschedule and that I would get to see him again. Did I imagine that would be the last time I would see him? No. Did I imagine that he would not be with us a short time after that show? I had a feeling and even told a friend about that feeling on the 17th, but no, deep in my heart, I thought I would be going to Prince concerts well into my 80s. So how does it feel? It hurts deeper than I ever imagined it would.

*HUGS*

People had no way of knowing what was about to happen or what was going on with Prince health wise. I really feel for those of you who saw him so close to his death, I think it must be very hard indeed for you, much more so than for someone like myself, who last saw him two years ago. Myself, I don't think anyone has anything to feel guilty about....when I lost family members, I felt guilty about the times I'd maybe said bad things to them, or hadn't made allowances for their circumstances or whatever, but what can you do, when life is ongoing we all get caught up in the everyday stuff and never imagine the ones we love are about to die with little or no warning. Concert going is an expensive and sometimes tricky business when it comes to arranging travel, flights etc etc., I can understand the reactions. involved.

Benni, thank you for your account of seeing Prince, your description of the show is vivid. I kept hoping P & M would come to the UK, I was so looking forward to it.

nursev said:

They should've known something was wrong...Prince hardly ever cancelled shows. Hell most of us felt it on the org

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I've seen this said before but I don't think it's true. Prince canceled/postponed a lot of shows.

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PVault lists around 450 such shows and says itself that the list is incomplete:

http://www.princevault.co...d_Concerts

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You could say 450 isn't a huge amount over 35+ years but I personally experienced cancelations a number of times: the London Sign 'O' The Times shows in '87; the Blenheim Palace fiasco in '91; the Euro Piano & Microphone dates on the day of the presale.... but also benefited fom the cancelation of the Berlin 2014 dates which were hastily replaced with extra London dates.

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I know people like to think "we should have known something was up because he postponed Atlanta" but I feel it's just hindsight talking. Prince's professional life was often a bit of a mess.

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There's certainly no hate implied by this post. It is what it is, and we're probably starting to understand why this was the case - particularly in more recent years.

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benni said:

I had tickets to both shows that night. I was on my way to Atlanta, pulled over to get gas, checked email, and saw the shows had been cancelled due to Prince being ill. Of course, I was disappointed. And there is not a single person here who could say they would not have been disappointed either, or even angry had you spent over $1000 on tickets plus the cost of hotel fees, plane rides, etc. Luckily, I only had to pay for gas and the tickets, as I live 2.5 hours from Atlanta, well within driving range. Not a one of us could have imagined what was going to happen a short 2 weeks after the 7th, which is evidenced by the shock and the pain that everyone has shown at his passing. So, for those that were angry, deeply upset, and complained, I can understand why, and I can also understand that they, too, are grieving this loss, never being able to imagine that it would be the last time we'd see him, or that he was so bad off.

For myself, I had managed to get time off from work to be able to attend both shows. However, while I was disappointed, my main concern was that hoping Prince would get better. I knew he would reschedule and I hoped I would be able to attend. On the way back home that night, I stopped off and took pictures at several places (which I had planned to do in Atlanta). I hung on to my tickets, in the event he was able to reschedule soon. I did debate about turning back in the tickets, because I wasn't sure I would be able to take time off from work again, any time soon, but thought I'd try to get the time off again.

I was able to see both shows on the 14th, did get the time off. I remember thinking that it was too soon, and that if he needed to take more time, I would wait for him to be 100% better. I feel blessed that I got to see him that night, but it is a double edged sword, because on the other hand, I feel extreme guilt and sadness. Guilt, because I sat in the audience enjoying the show, digging the groove, and our man was still not feeling good, and I could not tell that he was as bad off as he apparently was. It has been extremely difficult to accept that he is gone, because I can still close my eyes and see him at the piano. Listening to the live version of "Black Sweat" from that night, I can still see him stomping his right leg, as he is playing, and then leaning back on the seat, stomping, and clapping for a short time. When he sings "I don't want to take my clothes off," I see him pulling off his jacket and the crowd going crazy, "but I do." I can still see him struttng across the stage. I see him, from both shows, silhouted against the gold light, larger than life, at the start of both shows. I see him walking off the stage, coming back to pick up his cane, and waking back off the stage at the end of the shows, and pointing up as he is exiting the stage. I can still smell the incense.

Today has been very hard, as I remember the last time I saw him. I have cried more today than I have in the past couple of weeks, because I miss him. Yes, I initially complained, for a minute, but then decided that my disappointment of not being able to see him on the 7th was miniscule compared to my desire that he get better. I knew he would reschedule and that I would get to see him again. Did I imagine that would be the last time I would see him? No. Did I imagine that he would not be with us a short time after that show? I had a feeling and even told a friend about that feeling on the 17th, but no, deep in my heart, I thought I would be going to Prince concerts well into my 80s. So how does it feel? It hurts deeper than I ever imagined it would.

Wow, U gave a Wonderful last experience what you did get to Witness!