Well, I remember that time when I'd drank wine all weekend and some fatty deposit had manifested itself in the front of my skull and I'd essentially lost all human credibility.

Anyway, they told me not to bust the pimple in the center of my forehead, just give it time.

So after a long weekend I bust this pimple in the center of my head, having had the blue tunnels forming underneath my eyelids for a while now.

I saw the fat shooting up the blue tunnel. I felt calmed. I knew the aliens were going to come and pick me up a bit later.

I laid down. "Message sent", I thought - "they'll be here to pick me up in a minute."

Lo and behold I looked to my left and saw a small Final Fantasy Tonberry like creature advancing towards me, so I turned back to central and let the small alien slash me in the neck and drain all of the blood out of me.

I felt all of my soul piss itself over the bed, having had my skull placed at a very awkward angle.

Every sine wave invented pitched itself at the same time apart from mine - there I was all of a sudden, just one sine wave in the harmony of the cosmos finding its frequency.

Blah blah was taken at 45 degrees, body emitting light, UFO engines blah blah blah new power generation blah.

[Edited 6/18/16 20:25pm]

[Edited 6/18/16 20:57pm]

I regret not posting more personal and detailed reviews of everything I saw and heard here, since he might have glanced at posts.

Ok, your post got to me. Confession time...I regret I never knew about Prince as an artist. I regret that he "came into my life" after he passed away. When I was growing up, in my teenage years, Prince was not a recognized artist. They didn't play his music on the radio at all. The only music that dominated my generation was gangsta' rap, which I am sorry, in my humble opinion, is not music! In large part, I didn't know much of anything about him. He was not in the media because he remained a private person, a mystery, a phantom. So unfortunately, that is the prison of guilt I am in now. No getting out, no hope for parole! This is the regret that has taken over my heart, my thoughts, and my soul really. I am sick over it and I feel a great deal of remorse. I am sincerely sorry! Where was this man all my life?! Why didn't I give him the time of day?! Why didn't I know about him?! Why didn't I learn about him?! Every time I watch him play or see videos of him, those are the questions circling my head. Then to learn about what an amazing human being he was...how much he helped others and didn't want any credit, didn't want any recognition for it! The fact that he stayed true to his Minnesota roots. I mean, there are lists of reasons of why you could fall in love with him over and over again, why he could hold you spell-bound! He was the greatest that there ever was and I missed out and for this I am so, very sorry! Sorry for rambling but I don't know if I can come back from this! That is my regret and my constant state of guilt!

Not joining the Prince party sooner

[Edited 6/29/16 19:03pm]

I regret not becoming a serious fan early on enough to see Parade and Lovesexy live - I liked him back then, but was involved in following another artist and most of my energy and money was going on that. Ironically this artist is still alive but kind of fell off my radar a few years ago.

On the whole I don't have many regrets though - I've been a loyal fan for nigh on 35 years and I did the best I could to see him live within my financial constraints/job responsibilities and health issues. I had to discount the hit and run shows with 3rd Eye Girl as there was no way I could get random time off work and physically now I can't stand for hours on end queuing outside theatres. I'm sad I missed those gigs but it wasn't for lack of loyalty.

I still feel a terrible sadness over his passing because he died too young and in tragic and largely unexplained circumstances. His death clarified for me how much I still love and admire him and always will. I guess one regret might be that I had no way of going to Paisley Park to place some flowers. He has given me such entertainment and joy for more than half my life and I wish I could have honoured that in some way beyond just having some flowers and a candle in my home. I wish I could have said thankyou. He was a good person and a rare soul, those kind of cars don't pass u everyday etc etc.

I feel a bit selfish about any regret outside of being in a position to help Prince in his final weeks...but that powerlessness has been reconciled

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So the only regret I have... is not dragging people I care dearly about, to witness a Prince concert.

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I have introduced loads of my friends and family to Prince through taking them to concerts - but over the years...I wish had taken more of them to experience a true one-off.

luvgirl said:

I guess one regret might be that I had no way of going to Paisley Park to place some flowers

. I was so torn up then, I doubt I could have done it

[Edited 6/27/16 17:08pm]

I regret letting someone borrow my cassette of "The Black Album" in 1989. Didn't score another copy until 1992.

that the people that claimed to love him and KNEW he was in trouble and they just left him alone to die alone.

I have no regrets. I saw several concerts, emailed him, chatted with him years ago in Love4OneAnother days, tweeted him thanking him for the life-long friends I've made with him being at the core of those friendships and for teaching me more about God through his music and through a friend I made because of him, private messaged him at NPGMC telling him about a new therapy and wondering if it would work with music and he was interested enough to release Guitar originally with the flow of music moving back and forth through the left and right channels (google EMDR therapy to understand why), because of him I developed a greater sense of self which enabled me to believe in myself enough to get my Master's degree, and so many other ways he touched my life. In a strange way he became a life long friend, too. The only regret I have is that he is still not here with us, doing what he loved to do most, but I take comfort that he is Home now.

benni said:

He never heard me say, "I love you, and thank you."

phenomenal post OP! thanks for sharing..as u can see, i am BRONX too...the Italian American male who shocked EVERYONE from 1980 till now, buying EVERYTHING PRINCE, playing his music ALL THESE YEARS and never really falling to far behind on the wealth of material he released. thankfully, always bought my import vinyls on the RARE ones like COME, BLACK, D&P, SYMBOL, HITS, GOLD etc. and made sure to get all the cds, tho sometimes a year or so later. i say THANK GOD because it surely would have cost me a LOT to play catch up these past two months!!! i can honestly say LOTUSFLOW3R and HITNRUN1 are firmly entrenched in my top ten of his for all time, SHOWING HIS CONTINUED GROWTH THROUGHOUT THE YEARS and there is NO record i will NOT spin for the rest of my days. HOWEVER, my regret must be proclaimed as the question asks...MY big regret, only seeing him live FIVE times. 85, 86, 93, 97 and 98! JAM OF THE YEAR 1997 being my fave of these. if i had that time machine, i would have gone EVERY CHANCE I COULD HAVE!

Firstly, not seeing him live when I had the opportunity (a good university friend was going to see him - I think it was around the Love Symbol album era).

Secondly, not paying enough attention to him after the early nineties.

Thirdly, him not ever being a 'Star in a Reasonably Priced Car' on Top Gear. I think he would have been GREAT, and FUNNY!

thekidsgirl said:

Not buying the One Nite Alone box set when it was $39.99 at my local music shop.

Not driving out of town to see him when he was doing a nearby club show with Tamar, cause I had class the next day (and I wasn't 21 yet).

Getting a subpar seat at the Welcome to America show I went to, because I took a friend with me who didn't want to drop too much cash for floor seats.

oh yeah, that too. left it for $40 at Best Buy. and RAINBOW CHILDREN vinyl for about the same in some New Jersey record shop. Hey, only because i must have been broke. Oh well, i have MUCH to keep me happy and will not regret the incidentals when i have the bulk to keep me happy.

Only that I didn't take the opportunity to see him perform live more times than I did....

luvgirl said:

I was bored sitting at the front desk waiting for patients to come in. Hands folded across my chest. Dying for 5:00 to come. My eyes wondered to the TV in the waiting room. I saw Prince 1958-2016. I stopped breathing for a few seconds, turned my head and spaced out, trying to come to grips with the news. Frantically, I blurted out. Oh My God! Prince died! Everyone stopped and looked at me, ( I think more for my frantic reaction than anything else) they expressed their sympathies and thoughts ( even the doctors) and moved on with the saving of people's lives.. My world was shattered though. I just couldn't express just how much shattered in front of all my coworkers who didn't even know I was a Prince fan. I felt agitated the whole day and just wanted to go home because I didn't want my coworkers to see me cry and I knew it was coming, and I didn't want to be embarrassed. I text my sister and she told me that she heard, but was afraid to tell me at work because she knew how much I loved Prince and didn't know how I would take it at work. That made me feel a little better because SOMEONE knew I was a Prince fan. Before I left work that day my coworkers knew I was a Prince fan. I told them how he was my teenage idol and I had every CD from the 80's, and how I used to have his posters on every inch of my walls with kisses all over them, and how he was always the go to punishment my mother would exact upon my head whenever I did anything wrong. My posters would come soaring down off my walls, ripped to sherds in the space of a second as homophobic slurs would reap down on poor Prince's head. My mother was always astounded at just how quickly they would find their way back up on those walls. What I didn't tell my coworkers though was that Prince was my escape from a neglected and abusive childhood. He was glitter and sparkle to a girl that didn't even have a toy growing up. He was something to be excited about. Something to look forward to. The little Jamaican punk rock girl from the south Bronx that no one understood, finally had a different world to live in, away from the one I despised. You see, In this new world, I was wearing a raspberry berret, sitting on the back of his bike, riding by old man Johnson's farm. It was I that was promised to another man and he tried so hard not to go insane. It was a world of never ending happiness, where you could always see the sun day or night. And nothing, nothing could penetrate my new world. No pain, no hurt, no words that would ever cut me so deep... And for that I will be forever grateful. Prince always had a special place in my heart but somewhere along the way, I started to neglect him. The last 2 albums I bought were LoveSexy and then in 1991, Diamonds and Pearls. In my young adult life after being into the punk rock scene in my teenage years, I wanted to be Jamaican again. Many of my friends and boyfriends were Jamaican and I pretty much delved into all things Jamaican including reggae music. Furthermore, I just knew Prince would always be there whenever I needed him, so there was nothing to be so fanatic about. Whenever I needed him, I could just run back and he would be there, no biggie. After my reggae stint, I met my husband. Italian American and very macho, no Prince posters were going up on my walls, lol. Apart from acting a fool to my husband's and my son's HORROR whenever Prince deemed to show his face on television, Prince wasn't really a major part of my life anymore. Then it snowed on April 21st... When I got home that night I cried something fierce. Away from my husband and son I mourned for Prince like I knew him. Like he was a part of my family. Like he was my brother. Like he was my lover. Like he was my best friend... I cried for weeks. I was staggered at just how hard his death hit me, but I was crying not only for his passing but for my neglect of him for all these years. I have such guilt. He was always there for me but I wasn't there for him. I should have supported his music. I should have still had his pictures on my walls. I should have told my friends and coworkers I was a Prince fan... But I always thought he would be there when I needed him, no biggie. I've become obsessed with Prince now. Going through everything he has done over the years, his genius puts me to shame. His many talents surpasses anything I could have ever imagined. His evolution from the 1984 sex symbol to the calm spiritual soul of 2016 impresses me. With an adult eye, I can see now just how much bigger he was than just a teenage idol... So here I am left with my regrets and guilt while my hero is gone from the planet. If I could do it all over again I would have never left Prince. I would have taken him along my journey into reggae music and taken him along for the ride in marriage and motherhood. I would have been the biggest Prince fan this side of Christendom. I don't have a time machine though so I will hold on to this reality. It turns out I never really left Prince. He made such a profound impact in my young life that he was forever sketched in my heart... At least I had him for all those years when I was a teenager and because of his great love and obsession for music, he left me with a vast catalogue of songs to devour. Even in death he is here for me, just like when I was a teenager, helping me get through... [Edited 6/21/16 6:09am]

To the OP: Thank you so much for sharing! Oh, my God. Aside from your very specific life details, I could have written this post about myself, word for word, especially the bolded sections. It's eerie how we are nowhere close to being alone in this. I posted on another thread about my Prince guilt. I felt I abandoned him when he needed me the most; the Warner Brothers struggle era. He needed his fans to stand up for him, but I was busy with my own life. He needed us who were there in the beginning through the early 90's (my friends and I were running aroung on the playground in 6th grade singing "I Wanna Be Your Lover") to uplift him when he became David to their Goliath. Just like you, I was always ecstatic to see him whenever he decided to grace us with his presence during an event. That never left. I was grinning hard when I saw him at the Golden State Warriors game in March, rewinding the DVR over and over. After he died I obsessively began reading every article and watching every interview covering him. It soon became clear to me that I turned my back on Prince and it ate me alive.

<br>

Until a serendipitous moment last week, I, like you could not stop crying over Prince. There were times that I literally felt the weight of guilt in my chest; as if a boulder was being placed squarely on it. What was my watershed moment? Sade's song and video "By Your Side," which is a ballad about unconditional love and unending forgiveness.

<br>

I was in the midst of a crying spell; a serious one and I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop. Then it came to me to listen to "By Your Side." Sade has received the unbreakable time and attention from me over the past 30+ years that I should have also given Prince. So, of course, I own the Lovers Rock CD and listened to it thousands of times over the years. I went to grab it but, I glanced at my computer screen first and the thought came to me to watch the video on YouTube. Now, I hadn't seen the video in years, maybe since it first came out, so it was like new to me.

<br>

It opens with Sade roaming through a garden, which I interpret as their version of the Garden of Eden, and she encounters a patch of long stem roses growing in the wild. As she is singing the line "and if you want to cry, I am here to dry your eyes" she is also picking one of the roses -- a long-stem purple rose and she holds it close to her heart. I lost it. Uncontrollably. But, soon after, the hysterical crying stopped because I came to the realization that Prince was letting me know at that very moment I was forgiven. The past didn't matter because I'm here now to do what I can to keep his legacy alive. I have plans to do just that. It's still difficult to think of him and not tear up at moments -- that may never go away -- but the gut-wrenching guilt is gone for good. I've been released from that and I'm grateful. I now just enjoy and really appreciate the legacy and love he left behind for all of us..

[Edited 6/27/16 12:25pm]

[Edited 6/27/16 12:25pm]

BabyBlueBentley said:

luvgirl said:

I was bored sitting at the front desk waiting for patients to come in. Hands folded across my chest. Dying for 5:00 to come. My eyes wondered to the TV in the waiting room. I saw Prince 1958-2016. I stopped breathing for a few seconds, turned my head and spaced out, trying to come to grips with the news. Frantically, I blurted out. Oh My God! Prince died! Everyone stopped and looked at me, ( I think more for my frantic reaction than anything else) they expressed their sympathies and thoughts ( even the doctors) and moved on with the saving of people's lives.. My world was shattered though. I just couldn't express just how much shattered in front of all my coworkers who didn't even know I was a Prince fan. I felt agitated the whole day and just wanted to go home because I didn't want my coworkers to see me cry and I knew it was coming, and I didn't want to be embarrassed. I text my sister and she told me that she heard, but was afraid to tell me at work because she knew how much I loved Prince and didn't know how I would take it at work. That made me feel a little better because SOMEONE knew I was a Prince fan. Before I left work that day my coworkers knew I was a Prince fan. I told them how he was my teenage idol and I had every CD from the 80's, and how I used to have his posters on every inch of my walls with kisses all over them, and how he was always the go to punishment my mother would exact upon my head whenever I did anything wrong. My posters would come soaring down off my walls, ripped to sherds in the space of a second as homophobic slurs would reap down on poor Prince's head. My mother was always astounded at just how quickly they would find their way back up on those walls. What I didn't tell my coworkers though was that Prince was my escape from a neglected and abusive childhood. He was glitter and sparkle to a girl that didn't even have a toy growing up. He was something to be excited about. Something to look forward to. The little Jamaican punk rock girl from the south Bronx that no one understood, finally had a different world to live in, away from the one I despised. You see, In this new world, I was wearing a raspberry berret, sitting on the back of his bike, riding by old man Johnson's farm. It was I that was promised to another man and he tried so hard not to go insane. It was a world of never ending happiness, where you could always see the sun day or night. And nothing, nothing could penetrate my new world. No pain, no hurt, no words that would ever cut me so deep... And for that I will be forever grateful. Prince always had a special place in my heart but somewhere along the way, I started to neglect him. The last 2 albums I bought were LoveSexy and then in 1991, Diamonds and Pearls. In my young adult life after being into the punk rock scene in my teenage years, I wanted to be Jamaican again. Many of my friends and boyfriends were Jamaican and I pretty much delved into all things Jamaican including reggae music. Furthermore, I just knew Prince would always be there whenever I needed him, so there was nothing to be so fanatic about. Whenever I needed him, I could just run back and he would be there, no biggie. After my reggae stint, I met my husband. Italian American and very macho, no Prince posters were going up on my walls, lol. Apart from acting a fool to my husband's and my son's HORROR whenever Prince deemed to show his face on television, Prince wasn't really a major part of my life anymore. Then it snowed on April 21st... When I got home that night I cried something fierce. Away from my husband and son I mourned for Prince like I knew him. Like he was a part of my family. Like he was my brother. Like he was my lover. Like he was my best friend... I cried for weeks. I was staggered at just how hard his death hit me, but I was crying not only for his passing but for my neglect of him for all these years. I have such guilt. He was always there for me but I wasn't there for him. I should have supported his music. I should have still had his pictures on my walls. I should have told my friends and coworkers I was a Prince fan... But I always thought he would be there when I needed him, no biggie. I've become obsessed with Prince now. Going through everything he has done over the years, his genius puts me to shame. His many talents surpasses anything I could have ever imagined. His evolution from the 1984 sex symbol to the calm spiritual soul of 2016 impresses me. With an adult eye, I can see now just how much bigger he was than just a teenage idol... So here I am left with my regrets and guilt while my hero is gone from the planet. If I could do it all over again I would have never left Prince. I would have taken him along my journey into reggae music and taken him along for the ride in marriage and motherhood. I would have been the biggest Prince fan this side of Christendom. I don't have a time machine though so I will hold on to this reality. It turns out I never really left Prince. He made such a profound impact in my young life that he was forever sketched in my heart... At least I had him for all those years when I was a teenager and because of his great love and obsession for music, he left me with a vast catalogue of songs to devour. Even in death he is here for me, just like when I was a teenager, helping me get through... [Edited 6/21/16 6:09am]

To the OP: Thank you so much for sharing! Oh, my God. Aside from your very specific life details, I could have written this post about myself, word for word, especially the bolded sections. It's eerie how we are nowhere close to being alone in this. I posted on another thread about my Prince guilt. I felt I abandoned him when he needed me the most; the Warner Brothers struggle era. He needed his fans to stand up for him, but I was busy with my own life. He needed us who were there in the beginning (my friends and I were running aroung on the playground in 6th grade singing "I Wanna Be Your Lover") through the early 90's to uplift him when he became David to their Goliath. Just like you, I was always ecstatic to see him whenever he decided to grace us with his presence during an event. That never left. I was grinning hard when I saw him at the Golden State Warriors game in March, rewinding the DVR over and over. After he died I obsessively began reading every article and watching every interview covering him. It soon became clear to me that I turned my back on Prince and it ate me alive.

<br>

Until a serendipitous moment last week, I, like you could not stop crying over Prince. There were times that I literally felt the weight of guilt in my chest; as if a boulder was being placed squarely on it. What was my watershed moment? Sade's song and video "By Your Side," which is a ballad about unconditional love and unending forgiveness.

<br>

I was in the midst of a crying spell; a serious one and I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop. Then it came to me to listen to "By Your Side." Sade has received the unbreakable time and attention from me over the past 30+ years that I should have also given Prince. So, of course, I own the Lovers Rock CD and listened to it thousands of times over the years. I went to grab it but, I glanced at my computer screen first and the thought came to me to watch the video on YouTube. Now, I hadn't seen the video in years, maybe since it first came out, so it was like new to me.

<br>

It opens with Sade roaming through a garden, which I interpret as their version of the Garden of Eden, and she encounters a patch of long stem roses growing in the wild. As she is singing the line "and if you want to cry, I am here to dry your eyes" she is also picking one of the roses -- a long-stem purple rose and she holds it close to her heart. I lost it. Uncontrollably. But, soon after, the hysterical crying stopped because I came to the realization that Prince was letting me know at that very moment I was forgiven. The past didn't matter because I'm here now to do what I can to keep his legacy alive. I have plans to do just that. It's still difficult to think of him and not tear up at moments -- that may never go away -- but the gut-wrenching guilt is gone for good. I've been released from that and I'm grateful. I now just enjoy and really appreciate the legacy and love he left behind for all of us..

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Last year on June the 7th, I had forgot it was Prince's birthday. The month before I'd had emergency surgery and was still recouperating It was the 1st time in over 30 yrs. that I didn't remember and this year I thought about the fact that the one time I didn't remember was the last one he spent here on earth. Guess it's dumb to think about that now.

I regret not attending the 1999 Triple Threat Tour when is came to the Bay Area. I was only eleven, but I had the albums and knew what was up, so no excuses. After Prince passed I began to regret never having visited Paisley Park, especially in the nineties. In retrospect that might've been a good move after college since I was a cinema major, but hindsight is 20/20.

I guess just the obvious, that he is no longer here. Still can't believe we have to continue to exist when he doesn't.

First post here.

I assume you are asking what regrets I have that I shoulda, coulda done something about. (If not, wish he'd gotten help in time, wish he hadn't lost his children, wish he and Mayte could have made it, wish he'd had time to write that book).

Massive amount of regret for me.

I had no idea who Prince really was before he died. I was in middle school when 1999 and Purple Rain came out. I was born into the perfect time to be a huge Prince fan. I was a metalhead though. My bedroom was a shrine to Motley Crue. My first concert was Ozzy/Motley Crue in 84.

I missed out on the Mozart of our time because they weren't talking about him in Hit Parader. I didn't know he played "thousands" of instruments, marched in to Warner Brothers and told them he was producing his own first record as a teenager and then proved he could. I didn't know any of it.

A friend had 1999, and Purple Rain. We listened to them. We liked them. I liked all the stuff that made it to mainstream rock radio. I'd look occassionaly for Prince on YouTube and you know how well that went for me. Then I'd go back to my heavy music.

Then I find out just exactly what I've overlooked.

In the 80s (how I remember anyway) he was presented as a pop star, not a musical genius. The focus was on how dirty Darling Nikki was and the girls in lingerie and whatever.

Dumbass!! You never heard any Prince music you didn't like, but you couldn't be bothered to look further.

Well, so far I've bought 9 cds. That made me feel like dog excrement thinking about, well he isn't getting paid for this you know. A little late for this. So, whenever I buy some of his cds, I'm going to donate to YesWeCode in addition. I've made one donation so far. That way some money will go to somewhere he'd have chosen for it to go.

If you'd asked me on 4/20 if I were a Prince fan, I'd have said something glib like "sure, everyone loves Prince, right?"

This has hit me harder than any celebrity death has, other than John Lennon. (When he died I was 9, my mother was in the living room sobbing. I'd been a fan as long as I could remember, and being a Christian school inmate at the time, I was all shook up with the "knowledge" that he was in hell).
All I ever want to do now is play Prince. I'm frantic that the bootleg stuff will be jerked off YouTube before I can ever hear it. I bawl all the time. Even in front of people, at work even. I would not have expected this. This is worse than when Dimebag was shot off the stage and I'm a huge Pantera fan. This is worse than when Layne Staley died and that was sad as hell. It's like the good part of the 80s just died and I was too stupid to look away from the hair metal guys for long enough to really see him.

Sincere condolences to the lifelong fans on here. If I'm this wrecked (some of this is guilt though), I can't imagine.

Anyways, I'm not sure there is such a thing as a typical Prince fan, but if there is, it's not me. I don't listen to Pop music even. I don't know the name of a single Taylor Swift song.

Hope you guys don't mind a complete idiot hanging around, but I've got a lot to learn obviously and I'm hoping to catch up.