I have few words available right now as I think
about the passing today of musician and artist Prince.
I lived near Minneapolis for many years
and grew up with his music in my walkman
and danced (sometimes under age!) at First Avenue
where he began his ascent to fame.
I so admired his creativity and his struggle to
make art, please fans, and be a spiritual thinker.
I happen to think at some point, and maybe all along,
he was in on the joke and learned not to take himself
overly seriously...which is a struggle for an artist
with such a reverence for his or her craft.
I will never forget seeing Prince in concert with
some of my favorite people and being mesmerized
by his ability to hold an entire arena captive.
His music and guitar riffs were essentially
the soundtrack of my adolescence
which was quite the hormonal cocktail.
I created some quote pictures to honor Prince,
and this one below may be my favorite since
it is proof positive his was a sensitive soul,
tickled by the inner workings of music,
the cosmos, and even the minutiae
of Dunk-a-Roos.
He has been criticized for his reclusiveness
and need for artistic control, yet he evolved.
There are reminders everywhere that tomorrow
is not promised, and we are never too young to
think about legacy, dreams, and sharing our
talents and love with the world.
Peace to you right where you are.
p.s.
have a favorite Prince song?
