I know you might be sick of hearing about Prince by now—and prayers up for you heathens if that’s the case—so I’ll keep it brief. The morning we heard that he’d left us, I woke up to my phone blown all the way up, people being concerned about me. My first thought was that my house was on fire, that the world was ending. It was. And I didn’t cry, not until I turned on KEXP—and the first words I heard were “Dearly beloved.”
I won’t lie, though, listening to and exploring his incredible art and life even more than I always do, hearing people play his music, pour out their hearts about the man—it’s been hugely comforting, a blessing. Leave it to Prince to reinvent the whole grief process that I’ve always felt when my heroes die, to make it a celebration…