I was in the process of writing a post in tribute to Prince and the joy and fun and dance opportunities his music has given to me and my family over many years when this post alert popped into my inbox. It’s a post my daughter has written for her blog, broganjane, and her words say it just perfectly. So here it is –
Not that long ago David Bowie died and my boyfriend was really, truly sad for about three days. Certain songs on the radio would make him cry and he was quieter than normal. He is ordinarily one of the cheeriest people I know. I knew he was big David Bowie fan but I didn’t really understand the blues that consumed him.
However, this evening over dinner I heard on the radio that Prince died today. Before I could really think about it, my chin was wibbling and I cried. I’m now listening to some of my favourite Prince songs and can’t help but continue to cry.
Although, of course, I’m sad for the loss of his musical skills but that’s not why I’m crying (no-one needs another person lobbing words like ‘genius’ and ‘legend’ around).
I’m crying because the death of Prince represents the final nail in the coffin of…
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