WHAT WERE YOU DOING WHEN YOU HEARD PRINCE DIED?

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We all have our stories of that day: stories of disbelief, numbness and physical pain; but stories of heart-warming consolation from friends and family, and stories of renewed realisation of the greatness we had been fortunate enough to have witnessed and experienced.

What’s your story?

One eye staring at nothing at all / The other one trying 2 focus through all your tears

I had depression and I woke up April 21 so depressed that I was scared how bad I was feeling. My husband even said, ‘You look like your best friend’s gone.’ I was on Facebook reading and someone posted that an ambulance was at Prince’s house. I knew right there he was gone. I didn’t wanna believe but I knew it was true. I don’t ever wanna feel that again.

Sitting in my office, my daughter called me and it killed me to hear the news of my very favorite performer of all time. It was extra painful news as I had just buried my 39 year old nephew 2 weeks prior and was still trying to make it through that.

On my way to my brothers 40th birthday party – was the weirdest evening for me.

Sitting with my students in the computer lab at my school preparing them for out state exam. I had my phone on silent, but saw I had dozens of messages. The first one I saw said. “Check the Internet….Prince”. I’ll never forget that day.

Taking my son and his two friends to a Scouts event for the Queen’s birthday. After looking for a spot for ages, I’d just parked the car when my partner called me. “Have you heard the news?”. “No, what news?”. “Prince…” Just the way he said that one word had me panicking. I hung up on him, needing to see it online. The BBC news confirmed it, then I went into meltdown for a few minutes. I completely forgot that I had three 8 year olds in the car with me until my son asked quietly, “What’s happened, Mummy?”. They were terrified, poor things. I had to pull myself together, get them to their event, then went back to the car and cried for an hour, punctuated with calls from friends checking if I knew and how I was doing.

I was at my house, getting ready to walk out the door to go to my tattoo shop. I was talking to a client on Facebook when I saw it. Of course, knowing Facebook news, I didn’t panic. I Googled it, thinking it was fake. And when I saw it, I dropped my phone on the ground. I couldn’t grasp the idea. It was the most surreal feeling. I felt in a haze. I don’t think it set in fully until about an hour later. Mostly because I was in denial. Because when you thought of Prince you never thought of him passing. He never looked like he aged (barely) and all the energy and just who he was. Like he would live to be 110. I am happy I didn’t have any tattoos that day scheduled. All of the normal passion I have for my art was definitely gone. I started receiving messages from friends and family and clients. Words of condolences and apathy. Prince wasn’t my family. Nor was I a close friend but, like many out there I felt a connection because his presence in this world was so far reaching and, inspiring that to us the air went out of the world. We all suffered a monumental loss that day – the world did. Never before and, never again will there be another. Felt and still do exactly the same, total numbness and denial

In class… Sociology… We stopped and put on CNN…

I was in my classroom. My little kiddos had just left for the day. I usually turn CNN on when I’m doing my teacher work. There it was… I was stunned. I sat down at my desk and couldn’t even concentrate. I cried the rest of the evening.

I have loved Prince with all my heart since I was 13 years old. I am now 46… I was at home. I had a good morning. I had to deal with some issues regarding my daughter’s school and I took care of that and was planning on heading to the gym. Around noon, I got on FB and someone had posted an article from TMZ. “Fatality at Paisley Park.” I was shaken, but when I looked at the actual story, it didn’t say who it was. I thought, OK, maybe it’s a staffer or something. My heart was racing a bit, but I convinced myself it wasn’t him. Then one of my friend’s FB messaged me with the article. I wrote back, “I saw it but it doesn’t say who it is, probably a staffer or something.” I put my phone down. I went to make a sandwich for lunch. Heart still racing but I convinced myself it wasn’t him. After I had lunch, I was still very nervous. I picked up my phone and my friend FB messaged me again. “It’s him! Nile Rodgers just tweeted it”. And just like that, I had a million posts on my page – “Prince dead”. A zillion FB messages and texts and calls started coming in. I spoke (more like the ugly scream/cry) to a few of my closest friends, all of which are Prince fans… and proceeded to cry hard, inconsolable tears on my bedroom floor for about three hours until my daughter came home from school and I had to get it together. That night, I wanted to get drunk but my head hurt so bad I couldn’t even think. I did try though, but nothing was dulling that pain. The next day, I got the newspaper… I still haven’t read it. And I went to the mall because I had to get out of the house. I just walked around the mall and cried all day. I remained in a daze for about four or five days… I don’t think I have fully recovered, or ever will…

I was riding the bike at the gym. Very sad. He was the legend of all male singers.

Working in my home off on the computer when suddenly my phone blew up with messages from family & friends. I went into shock and just lost it

I was still at work and had three more hours to go…

I was in work… my colleagues were letting me know as it started appearing all over the internet… then my wife called me in work.

At work listening to DMSR. Went to change songs and my phone was blowing up. It was a dark day for those of us left here on Earth.

In an operating room, giving anaesthesia to a patient. I kept saying – ‘I may have to leave.’ Thank goodness I had a student with me that was extremely competent!

Watching my boy play football when I got a message. Such a  sad day.

I was at Once Upon A Child selling my grandbaby’s small clothes. My son called me and told me. I was in shock and didn’t believe it until I got home and turned on TV. Cried all day and have been off and on when I hear songs or see pictures of him.

I was on a school bus returning from a field trip. One of the parents was checking her phone and she gasped. She said that Prince had died. I was in disbelief thinking it must be a mistake. I checked my phone and realized it hadn’t been confirmed, that it wasn’t definitely him. I kept thinking that it must be someone else. I cried on the bus at the thought. My students looked at me like I was crazy. I had to continue the last gruelling hour in the classroom before I knew for sure. When I finally released the kids, I ran back to my room and checked my phone. I had texts and missed calls. I got in my car and as soon as I turned on the radio they were playing a Prince medley. I burst into tears. That’s when I knew it was real. I’m not sure how I drove home that day.

I was in my classroom. My co-worker told me since she was using her cell phone. I was in too much disbelief to cry and remained composed in front of my students (as best I could). I thought it was a hoax as well. I called my brother and asked if he had heard the news. I always pictured Prince living well into his 80s or 90s. The strange thing is I had a dream about how the world would react if he ever passed months before it happened. I have never seen so much love from around the world for any celebrity the way I saw so much honor for our beloved genius. It STILL doesn’t seem real.

I was at my desk at work & my phone was going crazy with alerts on Twitter. It was people asking Dr. Funkenberry if the person dead at Paisley Park was Prince. Just thinking it could be him made my heart sink.

I was standing on the soccer court giving training to some young adults. My phone was going like crazy but I ignored it. During the break, I saw I had 15 missed calls and about 50 messages. Opened the first from my wife. “Please call me at once”. So I did, ignoring all other messages. “Marcel, have you heard?! I’m so sorry, but on the news they are saying that Prince is dead!!” I still don’t know if I really got it at that point, and said, ” Ok, see you later”. I did not “hear” what she said… turned off my phone… this was not happening… it couldn’t be. Went on with the training and arrived home at 22.15… my wife just leaving for the nightshift in the hospital. “Are you ok?” she said. I said, ‘I don’t know yet!’ And kissed her goodbye. Four or five hours later than everybody in the whole world, I saw with my OWN eyes that he was gone… I needed an hour to see all the news on TV and the internet and then I pulled the plugs…no more info, my brain could not compute! I got me a bottle of Lagavulin, my headphones and Dirty Mind. Getting to “Got a Broken Heart Again” I cracked and started hyperventilating. Tears came and couldn’t be stopped. Then the sun came up as always, but the light was not the same anymore… the world wasn’t the same anymore… I… I was not… Nothing will ever be the same.

Sat in my broken down car in the red light district of my home town (was on way to take son to his rock climbing club) when my phone started ringing my daughter my hubby my friend then daughter again none dare say but stuck where I was I was highly stressed. I knew deep down it was bad news regarding Prince. They all rang back one by one and told me then my brother turned up to see if I was OK and took my son to his class then came back until recovery came … I remember screaming at them all ‘its not true’ and hanging up It didn’t sink in till day after.

Oh jeez, I was sitting in my favourite beer garden with my best friends. My husband said “you better get yourself another drink before you look at your phone” (or words to that extent). I just knew right there and then. He didn’t need to tell me, I just knew.

I was at work checking my Twitter cause I was actually concerned that Prince hadn’t posted since April 18, when he shared the new Piano And A Microphone tour program and I replied that I had received mine. Then I saw the tweet from MPLS Star Tribune that police were called to Paisley Park for a report that an unidentified person had been found dead! My heart panicked but I told myself it couldn’t be him, could it?? I tweeted everyone I knew associated with Paisley Park for more information, but no one responded. Then the announcement came from Prince’s personal assistant confirming Prince had passed. I was thoroughly devastated and I broke down in my office crying inconsolably! I had to go home from work and I didn’t come back until the following Monday. To this very moment I am still crying. I miss U Prince. ✌♥ #Prince4Ever

The beautiful ones / Always smash the picture / Always every time

I was sitting in class and a student blurted out that Prince had died…this guy was always joking around so I didn’t believe him. I was like yeah right stop playing! Then my professor calmly said, ‘No Summer… it’s true… He died at 10 something this morning.’ I felt like I was having a bad dream… My phone was dead so I remember driving home as fast as I could so that I could log onto my computer to see if it was really true. My worst fear was confirmed.

I was at a drive thru window at a bank, saw it on my phone and I immediately thought it was a hoax… I turned on the radio and they were playing his music on most of the stations, then I heard a radio DJ announce it… As soon as I pulled away from the bank, I let it all out crying like hell… called my mother and told her… I was devastated.

I was at the casino, and my daughter called me to ask if it was true that Prince had died… I said HELL no Prince ain’t dead, who told you that bulls**t. The lady sitting next to me said, ‘I’m sorry, but it is true…’ I started crying on the spot.

I was at a training session. I thought it was a hoax and immediately started searching the internet for information. I was devastated when his death was confirmed.

I was at work… one of the security guards came in and told me. I kept saying, “No, No, that can’t be true…” Then I ran to my computer. Remember it like it was yesterday…

Daughter called me @ work, casually asked if I heard about it. I was SHOCKED and hurt!

I was working out at the gym. Everything was fine, then I came home went on my computer and I saw what happened to Prince. I thought to myself, ‘this is just one of those hoaxes’ but it wasn’t. It hit me hard and it still hits me hard because it’s been eight months now. I miss Prince. It kills me that he’s not here to make more music. It has never been the same. We miss you Prince so much and we love you.

I was at work and my co-worker said, “PRINCE died today”. I told him stop playing around. He said ‘I’m not’. Handed me his phone and I saw what he was reading. I got to check this out when I get home. HELL NO CAN’T BE TRUE. It was on the news and I broke down. In a way, I’m still don’t want to believe it. I’ll keep him in my heart 4ever.

At work, ready to hit the street, the janitor was fixing something on the floor and he looked at me and said, ‘No more Purple Rain…’ I said, ‘What?’ He said, ‘Prince dead’. Then my phone started going crazy with the bad news.

I was working in Hawaii in an O’Reilly’s and turned to my co-worker and said wow they are playing a lot of Prince today and he told me and I cried silently for the rest of the week, still crying.

Collecting weekly lotto money from co-workers. She was laughing when she told me. In disbelief and denial, I went into immediate shutdown. What an awful day (and the rest of my life)!!!!!

I was at work on break. Everyone at work knows I’m a big Prince fan, and a co-worker comes in the break room (with a grin on his face ), and asks me if I had heard the news that Prince had died. When I went back to work everyone could tell something was wrong. The people who knew me offered condolences and the rest just left me alone (Thank God). My best friend from college called to see if I was alright. My phone was blowing up with texts. My two girls sent me text messages when they got out of school. I’ll never forget that day

I work in HR for a large movie studio. I was on my way down to the lot for some reason and walking through the HR lobby. A candidate was there to interview and was checking in with the receptionist and I heard him tell her he just saw on his phone that Prince had died. I stopped in my tracks and said, ‘What did you just say?’. And he repeated it. I was dumbfounded and when I got to my destination on the lot and told the person I was meeting with the news I had just heard, my eyes welled up with tears. It was a terrible day for me and I stayed in a general funk for a few weeks.

I was at work in a conference call and in closing, my manager always ask if anyone has any rumors, good/bad news. Well, one of my co-workers said he heard Prince died! I thought he was joking and I was in serious denial for about 20 minutes after.

I heard it the worst way, a co-worker (who doesn’t care for Prince) told me while we were at work. I didn’t believe it and asked her to look it up on a few sites to find out if it was true. She did. I was in shock. It hit me hard once I got into my car for my drive home and the radio station was playing a tribute and fans were calling in….I still can’t believe sometimes.

I was about to go outside and walk through Lincoln Park. My sister screamed ‘Hey bro. Your idol just died’. I said quit playing she said I’m serious. Went in her room and saw it posted on the news… I just put my head down and walked away in shock. Went to the park blasting Prince all night long drinking

Walking back into work and the doctors I work for were making a joke out of it  I thought they were kidding.

At home, laying in bed, listening to Revelation and a co-worker called me and said I’m sorry about your soul mate, I know you’re devastated! I was like wtf U talk’n about PLEASE tell me this a f’n joke, she replied you know I wouldn’t play with U like that U already know I KNOW how U feel about him. I just started balling, hung up and turned the TV on and my heart broke again.

Got a crappie text from my ex sending me a link saying, I guess you heard about your boy. P?!!)(d me OFF!!!!

I was at work when I got the text. I thought my friend of 30+ years was messing with me.

At work in the computer lab with my kids. I received a text that Prince was dead. I replied, ‘girl Prince ain’t dead he’s going to live longer than all of us.’

I was watching a TV show and breaking news came on they announced Prince had just died find in a elevator. I thought it was a joke. Our icon has left us. My heart was broken. I think of him every day. He gave US his best music and he knew how to give a concert. He left everything on the stage. Nothing compares 2 U – R.I.P Prince.

My husband still doesn’t understand it.

I was at work in childcare. A parent came in and said, “Worst morning ever, I’m running late, ‘son’ just caught his finger in the car door and I just found out Prince has died”. My heart stopped and I thought I misheard the last part, and asked her to repeat it. Horrible day…

Just got home from work, I was preparing dinner and I got a text off my daughter saying “oh mum Prince has died” I told her to shut up !!! Looked on fb and it was everywhere. I screamed to my guy omg Prince has died and he came downstairs turned on the TV and there it was… reality. I fell to my knees and cried my heart out. a part of me was broken  My phone was constantly going off with kind sympathy messages from loving friends. It still feels so raw but I’m overjoyed I’m making the trip to Paisley Park from UK to feel a little closer to the one and only Prince. Will hold all the gigs in my heart forever locked safely away just for me.

I was at work… and one of my colleagues brought me a single white rose… I thanked her and asked what it was for… she said “you know” and I said “know what?”… She told me and I just burst into tears… I cried for most of that day… I’m still processing.

Driving home from work on the M27 Southampton, I was giving a colleague a lift home. Young lad who lived near me, we became pals over a shared love of music, booze and football. I’d like to think he thought I was alright for a forty something old bugger. Anyhow as the journey went on my phone kept vibrating, beeping, vibrating. Then a call, it was in my pocket and I never risk it when driving. Vibrating more and more it was relentless. So we pull onto Junction 3 and stop at traffic lights, the phone’s still ringing. I pull it out and it’s my oldest mate Glynn who lives in Florida. So I answer as the traffic starts moving, I’d never normally do this but it seemed important. It’s not the best line, a bit crackly. “$¥

I was playing a softball game, and friends, colleagues who know me and know how big of a fan I am of Prince sending me messages through WhatsApp, and even my mother (who doesn’t like Prince at all) tried calling me to tell that he had passed. As my battery of my phone was low the messages weren’t coming through until I got my phone out to check the batting order which our coach had sent us through WhatsApp. As I opened WhatsApp, all the messages started coming through. My best friend sending his condolences, and me wondering for what. Another friend saying she heard the news about Prince. And me still thinking what about Prince. It was until someone sent me the message to check a certain news site is when I learned that Prince had died. Needless to say after that I didn’t play well in the remainder of the game. After the game, I showered and instead of having drinks with my team, I got into my car and put on the greatest hits of Prince which by coincidence I had with me in my car. For the next few months after I only played Prince in my car.

I was on holiday in Florida, just leaving Universal Studios. My son went to get a drink and when he came back he was on his phone. He said “Mom, I have something to tell you and you aren’t going to like it. Prince has died” I told him to f/@k off, thinking he was playing some sort of sick joke on me, not that he has ever done so before. I was totally stunned and still didn’t believe him. He showed me his phone and all the news feeds that were coming up. Still didn’t believe it, thought it was a hoax until I got back to our villa and saw it on the news!! Was getting DM messages and text messages from people back home in the UK, sending their condolences. OMG, all those feelings are coming back to me. It was as if I were totally alone in the world, looking around me life was going on as usual but to me the earth had stopped turning, would never be the same again. Jeez, I miss him so much. Just knowing he was somewhere on the Earth was a comfort to me but now…

I was out shopping, blissfully unaware of anything being wrong. I returned home to play a message on my answer machine about 17.30pm UK time. My Mum was saying ‘I knew he was ill but I didn’t expect this…poor Prince. You’ll have to wear black’. My family have never ‘got’ why I’ve always loved him… I cried for the rest of the night and into the next day. Still raw now, he was a consistent love in my life since I was a teenager. Nobody I know in my life can understand my sadness, so I try to keep it to myself.

I was at work and I told them it was a lie and that is not funny… I wouldn’t believe it. It took them about two hours to prove to me it was true. I went outside, got in my car and cried like a child, who’d just had all their Halloween candy stolen… I never even knew he meant so much to me. For me, it was like somebody told me that one of longest and most dear friends had died. You know the kind that even though you haven’t talked to them in a while. You can pick up phone and I feel like hanging out this weekend, you in? For me, in that moment I realized the impact of his gift and the big part it played in my life. Some of the best parts and time. Prince was the unspoken KING of the FREAKS! Am I black or white, am I straight or gay! Do I believe in god, Do I believe in peace? Whatever, while you sit there and try and find a box to put me in so you can feel comfortable. I’m getting ready to party like it’s 1999…

I was watching Purple Rain.

I learned of his death on the screen in the elevator…

It was my day off , they were playing his music on the radio I told my mom I said they only do that when they’re coming in concert or have died so I said I’m calling the box office in the morning to see how much the tickets are , Well then my mom’s phone rang and my little sister called from Atlanta and asked do y’all still got all of Prince records my mom was like yeah she said did y’all hear that Prince died we looked at each other and turned on the news and BOOM THERE IT WAS.

I was just getting ready to leave work having just been looking at a parcel of Prince picture discs I’d bought off another fan that had arrived that day when my friend called me at 10.30am MPLS time (16:30pm UK time) saying she was really worried. She lives in Chanhassen, 5 minutes from Paisley Park and had driven round there right from the first sighting of an ambulance. As we later found out, Prince was pronounced dead at 10:07 but the ambulance was there for about an hour before that. She knew the part of Paisley Park where Prince slept and the ambulance crew were going in and out of that area. She knew he was often on his own overnight at Paisley so the ‘it’s a staff member’ explanation wasn’t adding up. She could see how serious people looked, and Kirk’s car was there. It didn’t look good. So I was on FaceTime with her on and off for the next hour as the news broke and we pieced bits of news together for each other, me online and her outside in her car watching it live. We were watching a nightmare unfold into reality.

At work, just finished listening to the track ‘Under The Cherry Moon’.

I was working – teleprompting – and because I didn’t set up the gear, I didn’t realize that all of the video signal cables were actually purple, until I started taking everything down. Made it even more surreal.

I was taking my last child to sign up for kindergarten and ironically we both had purple on that day.

Making a remake of “Raspberry Beret” at my home studio. Insane! I thought it was an internet rumor, unfortunately, it wasn’t.

Had met a friend on this sunny afternoon. The minute when I got home and left my cell fone on the desk, someone sent me a text message, saying sorry for your loss. I read the message twice. I switched on the PC at my desk. I googled Prince. The Org had crashed. That moment, I knew what had happened.

I was actually in an elevator right when news broke.

As the initial murmurings were coming through, I was putting the final touches to my Peer 2 Peer page for launch the following morning (Friday) and I had shown to a couple of friends as a test. With the news now being more widely reported on news channels and other media, I tried to pretend there was nothing wrong even though I was reading a lot and travelled on auto pilot to the Royal Albert Hall as I had tickets to see Simply Red… I got there but had lost my heart and travelled home again. Friends know how integral Prince was to my life and people I hadn’t spoken with in years got in touch to see if I was ok which was touching. A piece of my heart is forever missing.

Setting up my wedding venue, which was Prince-themed. The theme was “Sometimes it Snows in April”. The wedding was two days later on April 23rd. It was bittersweet, to say the least. My bridesmaids walked down the aisle to “Te Amo Corazon” and I walked down to “When 2 R In Love”. As soon as I heard his voice, the tears just started to flow.

Eating fish and chips in Whitby before watching my football team win promotion to the next league. A white dove flew around the ground, my emotions were all over. I had to drive 60 miles home with tears in my eyes I couldn’t speak. The day before my birthday will always be a sad day.

And then it hit ‘cha like a fist on a wall

Got home, put on CNN and… The pain, the pain, the purple pain that I felt.

I was at work doing a client’s hair and then she told me, seconds later my daughter knowing how I love him texted me to tell me. I couldn’t believe it, I had to excuse myself for a few minutes to get a grip so I could finish the haircut I was doing. My hands were shaking badly, stomach started hurting. It was awful  😢

Leaving hospital after a hip replacement. My hip pain left me but my heart ache began.

Plz forgive this long msg. My best friend is a nurse she lived in MN and when he got sick on the plane I called her and told her jokingly to go check on our man. After that, I’d heard he had two concerts and every time my aunt would say “If u find out Prince is touring close to or in Indiana, I’ll pay for ur tix as a gift ” My family knows how I was devastated I was that I never saw MJ in concert so I was determined to see Prince.  Cut to me at work, slow work day, I hop on TMZ to read latest gossip and it said AMBULANCE CALLED TO PAISLEY PARK. Nah I’m thinking, probably someone fell… or got sick… it can’t be him. Then around 1145am..”Prince dead at 57″. My legs got weak. I immediately texted my aunt “Omg… Prince”. Now remember my aunt said if ever I found out he was coming on tour to let her know so when I texted “OMG Prince”, she thought ‘Oh he’s coming to Indiana, better get a tix’. She texted – “Great when is he coming I’ll order ur tix “. I immediately just broke down weeping and I ended up calling her barely able to talk telling her the worst news ever. That Thursday night… the radio station here began playing a marathon of his songs. DJ could barely talk he was so sad… I went grocery shopping in a daze – can’t even tell u what I grabbed off the shelf. People at the store… I swear u could tell who heard the news and loved him bcuz people were walking around like zombies. Dazed and confused. Never ever seen anything like it before.

I was at work. A co-worker came to me with the news. I thought it was a hoax. I raced to my computer, clicked on a reliable news source and there it was. “LEGENDARY SINGER PRINCE DEAD”. It was like a punch to the stomach. I kept thinking: no way NO WAY!

Breathing. Since 4/21, I can’t get my breath back…

The day before, Victoria Wood passed and I thought, during the night of April 20th 2016: ‘I don’t know how I’ll cope when Prince or Kylie Minogue dies…’ I’ll never forget that morning. My gold Prince symbol mugs arrived from a friend on April 21st.  I get back from work, we get ready to go see my mum who is in hospital after a stroke three days before and as I’m getting sorted to leave I get a million messages…. “I can’t believe Prince is dead”. I fell to pieces. I’m still a broken jigsaw now. 😔I don’t think I knew I could cry so much but that day, announced just after 6pm UK time I was literally shaking and sobbing and inconsolable. Prince dying and the fact that he isn’t here to create anymore of his amazing art is what pains me and hurts, because his art saved me so many times in my life. I’ve not been the same since. I feel like I’ve lost a limb.  😔

I had been sent home from work (bullied by my boss and co-workers to leave) with a fever. I had been ill over 24 hrs. I walked into my house and as I sat down in my office my phone started vibrating repeatedly. It was my best friend (we don’t talk every day) she texted “What’s going on with Prince… is he really gone?” I booted up my laptop and did a search… and there it was on Billboard.com so I knew it was real. Since that day, pneumonia and a broken heart almost took me too. I AM ETERNALLY CHANGED!

At work, I stopped breathing for a minute, wishing it was a hoax. Phone started blowing up. I had to leave, drove around listening to Sirius XM, went home and watched MTV, VH1, and BET. Cried like a baby for a few days.

All I can remember is crying so hard I got sick and passed out.

I was at work. It felt like the air went out of my lungs. Pure shock.

Wow… I was in therapy and my best friend texted me. So I was at my shrink – “Ya you know the one”.

I was at work… my friend told me that he was gone and I just sat in stunned disbelief…I found out afterwards that my co-workers were saying among themselves, “Don’t tell her because she won’t be any good when she finds out.” They were right. I cried for a month… The pain still grabs me and it is indescribable… the loss is overwhelming…

On my way back to my classroom and another teacher told me… haven’t been the same since that millisecond

Was at work. I heard, grabbed my purse, left work, cried in a foetal position all day. My heart broke that day and it’s still broken.

My husband called me, and I cried no, no, no… and googled it. I wailed and my niece was on the phone with me, letting me cry while she told me she was sorry for my loss. I think my neighbors could hear my sorrowful cries… I didn’t care. I was devastated.

I was driving listening to “When Doves Cry”. I had to pull over and cried like a baby!! I have always listened to Prince’s music way before his death!!

I was sitting at my desk at work when I heard the devastating news. I sat there in disbelief and couldn’t believe what I just heard on the radio. It truly crushed me!

I was on my way home from work when I got a text from my daughter in law – ‘Death at Paisley Park’. I said out loud to myself as I was driving….It Better Not be Prince….Boy was my heart broken!!!! I cried and cried & it still hurts like hell! R.I.P. Master of Funk…My Prince!

I was on Facebook and a link showed up and I cried for six weeks straight probably longer.

I was at work… feeling amazing that day… All of a sudden, my phone starting to ring and buzz out of control, but I didn’t answer. In that moment, I already knew what happened. I had already felt like Prince was dealing with something. Something that he knew he had to deal with. The punch 2 the gut was unlike any other I felt in years.

I worked the night before so I was asleep. I woke up and checked my phone and had fifteen missed texts. Everyone was asking if I was ok, I didn’t know what was going on. I got on Facebook and that’s how I found out. All I could do was scream and started to cry.

I was at work. Broke my heart and spirit.

I was at work coming back from lunch when a co-worker asked me if it was true that Prince died. I said WHAT as my stomach flipped. I ran to my desk to check ABC news online and there it was. I broke down and two co-workers had to console me. That’s when my cell phone & work phone started ringing & the text messages started coming. Couldn’t work for a couple of hours.

I was at home… I will always remember that day and the days and months following and the pain I felt and still do… It’s the kind of pain that doesn’t go away easily… I will always cry for Prince… I love him.

I was working, I’m a driver so I had to pull over when I heard the news, and just started weeping. I was in total despair, shock. I couldn’t believe it.

I was at a Coney Island drive-thru on lunch break from work. My brother texted me to ask me if it was true and I don’t know how I made it safely back to work.

Well I was on the computer, my sister called me and told me that her daughter had said Prince died. I was hoping it was a fake story so I went on the web, then I saw CNN. I sat back, eyes got glossy. I said ‘no, not again’ because I was already sad that David Bowie died, my other hero. It felt like a slap in the face when I first heard he passed away.

At home. It is not a pleasure for me to remember… I went through a total hell. At first, I couldn’t believe, I thought it was a joke. Omg… I won’t think about it again now.

Just pulled into a petrol station when I heard. Sat stunned for 5 minutes, welling up…just wanted to let go, but was running on fumes and still had to fill up and pay…it was pissing down, but just about styled it out by putting my sunnies on. Must have looked like a right twat, but couldn’t give 2 hoots – my hero was gone….was like a Tyson jab to my solar plexus… Drove home at 10 mph and sobbed like a baby! My God it hurt…

Waking up to find EVERYTHING had changed forever.

At work, loading my truck to hit the street when my co-worker came up to me and ask me did I hear that Prince died. I hit the ground and went to Instagram and Facebook to confirm it… The union rep ask me did I want to go home… I went home early got in the bed and watch CNN all night and didn’t answer my phone. I was in shock . My family and friends was all worried about me.

It took several days for it to really sink in. It really hit me while driving and I finally gave in and cried my eyes out!!

I had been at a funeral all day so I was already emotionally drained. Then I went to a meeting in the evening and my phone battery was about to go. I had no data left so hadn’t been on Facebook or twitter all day. Just before my meeting started, I got a text from my sister asking if I had heard about Prince. I said yes I knew he was in hospital last week but he said he’s feeling better now. And she’s like no, have you heard he’s dead?! And at that moment every horrible feeling you could experience entered my body. I couldn’t concentrate on the meeting. To say I was shocked was an understatement. It was all too much. Then I rushed home once the meeting had finished to see every MTV channel playing his music. And seeing on the news all the monuments around the world lit up in purple in his honour. I was speechless. No other artist has had that impact. I miss him so much

I was in a restaurant, celebrating my wife’s birthday with friends. My best friend called me to inform me about the sad news and I had to cry. My friends at the table all thought I lost a loved one, which is true, Prince means so much to me, he has taught me so much about life, I will always be grateful for that.

I just left the cafeteria at the school where I work, my phone was getting so many text msgs it died. I had just walked into my office & the desk phone rang & I was being paged over the walkie. A co-worker asked if I was ok & said stay there. He & two other co-workers came to my office to see how I was holding up, I managed to choke out, “I’m fine” but then about twenty students rushed into my office to check on me also & then I lost it. My bff & Prince partner in crime called me (from Texas) and we tried to see if each other were ok but we couldn’t even speak. Somehow I managed to get through the rest of the school day, went to the bar down the street had several Purple Rains went home and sat in the car blasting his CDs for hours before my husband came out & carried me in the house.

I had just got off a flight from a week’s work in Dublin, read a tweet about there being a dead person found at Paisley Park and then my phone started beeping with messages from friends about it being Prince and then I sat at home in disbelief as it was confirmed on the news to be actually Prince  Then I think I probably spoke 2 my best mate, who is also a Prince fan. Still coming to terms with it now…

Signing in on my laptop. I had so many messages and people had written on my wall asking if I was OK. I didn’t know. I remember feeling sick then turned Sky News on. I couldn’t reply to anyone. I came off FB for a few months.

My son texted me and said mom have u seen the news? They’re saying Prince died. I dropped the phone and immediately went to CNN, and there it was. My nightmare on the TV screen. I was in shock for a good 30 seconds, then I screamed at the top of my lungs. My sister came running down the hallway and all I could say was ‘he’s dead, he’s dead.’ I couldn’t stop the tears, just like I can’t stop the pain as I’m writing this. One of the WORST days of my life.

Just got home from work and the BBC news came on saying ambulances at Paisley Park. Felt I’d been punched in the stomach… still can’t believe it.

Was waiting 4 my daughter 2 get her hair done 4 senior prom. I heard my daughter say my mom is gonna b devastated. I asked what she was talking about n the stylist said that Prince had passed. I told her it wasn’t fn funny cuz he was just in the hospital the weekend b4. My daughter told me 2 check my phone. I fell against the wall n sobbed in the salon. I cud barely c driving my daughter home. I had 2 put my emotions on hold cuz I needed 2 help my daughter get ready. I got her 2 prom and sobbed 4 the next 2 days. I was in disbelief. I still am. I lost a part of myself that day that can never b replaced. Still cry everyday n my heart aches constantly. 4ever incomplete n brokenhearted.

Walking out my house. I made it to my porch and dropped.

Love, it only seems to buy a / Terminal condition of the heart

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Too sad to wanna remember… How do u recover from losing an artist like PRINCE? I still cannot find the answer…

I was sitting in my room… my niece told me…. didn’t believe her… had to google it… cried like a baby… still sad…

I was at work and my co-workers know how much I love Prince. I even have a picture of him on my desk. They told me, I just couldn’t believe it. It’s still hard to believe he’s gone.

There was that awful bit just before it was confirmed where we were all saying it was just a rumour, or an employee, frantically checking Twitter, hoping to God it wasn’t really Prince.

I received a newsflash on my phone that reported Prince was dead. I was in the midst of texting a co-worker and told him I hoped it wasn’t true. He said he received the same thing and as we know, it was indeed true.😔

On my way back from work, was checking Facebook and noticed RIP Prince thinking it was a stupid joke… Unfortunately, it wasn’t. Still in denial 😞 😢 💔

I was asleep since I work the night shift and when I woke up I had 20 plus text messages and 39 missed calls I started reading my text and felt like it had to be a hoax but it wasn’t…

At work with my best friend and my brother. I didn’t want to believe he was gone.

I was in the middle of one of my classes and my friend texted me telling me “Prince just died”. I thought he was joking at first.

I thought it was a joke too. Told my co-workers that ish wasn’t funny.

I was at work. Got a text from the radio station. The legendary Prince is dead. It didn’t compute. All of a sudden, my messenger, text, email blows up from everybody! I froze for like 5 minutes! My co-worker said what’s wrong? I showed him my phone. He says OH NO OH NO OH NO! I run to the bathroom and call my husband who is driving. After I tell him, he turns on the radio. Every single station on Sirius XM radio was playing Prince. My husband pulled over and cried. I didn’t cry until about three days later after my denial wore off. We held each other and cried profusely. We still do from time to time.

Was at work and decided to check the internet on my break and saw the news. I immediately emailed my co-worker, who is a big fan as well, to tell her because we were just talking about how much she thought I would like the xoxo’s song. We were both in disbelief and shock.

At Walmart; had rush to the electronics department where a whole crowd of people including myself was in total disbelief. Many sad faces and some tears. A day I’ll never forget.

I’m getting tired of being reminded of this tragedy over and over again.

Parked my work truck to take a break from making deliveries. Checked my phone and read what I hoped was just another internet rumour. Couldn’t accept it. Checked radio stations for news. Sad.

Working, got the call and said, “It’s a hoax.”

I was at work and my niece texted me. Was in total shock 💔

At home, in disbelief.

I was on the phone in a conference call with my two daughters and my husband beeped in. He knows how much I love Prince and wanted to tell me before I saw it on the news. I didn’t believe him at first as he is a prankster, so I hung up on him. I told my daughters who love Prince because of me. I turned on the news and there it was. I was devastated. It was my grandmother’s birthday, April 21.

Watching TV and I could not believe what I was seeing or hearing. Still don’t.

Ironically, I was in a restaurant around 11:00 am near Chanhassen – I live an hour away – and the waitress comes over to seat us and asks if we heard the news on the street. When she said Prince died, I immediately took out my phone and I believe the only report on the news was a body was found unresponsive at Paisley Park. By the time our lunch was over, it was confirmed it was him😪. Couldn’t believe it.

I was on my way to lunch and the radio was playing ‘Adore’. When it went off the radio announcer said TMZ was reporting Prince was dead. I lost it, made a u-turn, went home and went straight to CNN! I did not work the next day!

I was laying down and got a phone call, didn’t believe it, googled and started crying

I always wondered how I would react to his death because he was the only celebrity that I admired so much. I just didn’t think he would be gone at only 57.

I was watching TV when it came across breaking news legendary Prince was found unresponsive. The tears couldn’t stop falling. I miss him so much.

I was at home (thank God) with my two boys. My sister messaged me and asked if I’d heard about Prince, that he had died. I asked, disbelieving, “Is this real?” and she said “I think so”. I turned on CNN and they had live coverage on. I stumbled into my bedroom, put my back to the wall and sank to the floor then just sobbed and sobbed for an hour. I can still acutely feel the anguish that washed over me. I can’t even think of it now without crying again.

I was chilling at home then I heard the news and I was devastated and I couldn’t stop crying

I came home to walk my dog during my lunch break… I usually leave the TV on CNN (so that my dog can keep up with the news of the day). Streaming across the bottom, “Prince dead at 57..” I just screamed, “OMG!!!..NOT PRINCE!!!…NOT PRINCE!!!…”  This tremendously horrible news derailed the rest of 2016 and my life has not been the same since that dreadful Thursday, 4/21/16…

I was at work and received several texts and phone calls. I didn’t believe it. I look at FB and they said someone was found dead at Paisley Park. I presumed it was a staff member or maybe a fan… never dreamed it was Prince….still can’t believe it.

I was sleeping… and my partner woke me up to what I thought was a NIGHTMARE… enough said… O(+> 4EVR

It came up as an email alert on my phone because it’s set up for Prince news – Prince Dead at 57 – I shouted NO! My kids were sitting next to me on the sofa and jumped, what’s wrong? The next half-hour there was a lot of: No it can’t be true, I don’t believe it, they’ve got it wrong… but when it finally sunk in my son (sweetheart) put his hand on my shoulder and said, ‘It’s ok mum, you can cry if you want to’. I couldn’t cry then, I was so numb with disbelief. Later in my room, I sat and said to myself, ‘Prince is dead, he’s really dead’ and I sobbed and sobbed. Such a terrible day

It was 6am in Australia, checked my phone and I had a FB notification. Saw the headline, started to panic saying No to myself started shaking and checked Wikipedia and saw his DOD (date of death) and lost it. Crying all day

Too sad to wanna remember… How do u recover from losing an artist like PRINCE? I still cannot find the answer…

I was sitting in my room… my niece told me…. didn’t believe her… had to google it… cried like a baby… still sad…

I was at work and my co-workers know how much I love Prince. I even have a picture of him on my desk. They told me, I just couldn’t believe it. It’s still hard to believe he’s gone.

There was that awful bit just before it was confirmed where we were all saying it was just a rumour, or an employee, frantically checking Twitter, hoping to God it wasn’t really Prince.

I received a newsflash on my phone that reported Prince was dead. I was in the midst of texting a co-worker and told him I hoped it wasn’t true. He said he received the same thing and as we know, it was indeed true.😔

On my way back from work, was checking Facebook and noticed RIP Prince thinking it was a stupid joke… Unfortunately, it wasn’t. Still in denial 😞 😢 💔

I was asleep since I work the night shift and when I woke up I had 20 plus text messages and 39 missed calls I started reading my text and felt like it had to be a hoax but it wasn’t…

At work with my best friend and my brother. I didn’t want to believe he was gone.

I was in the middle of one of my classes and my friend texted me telling me “Prince just died”. I thought he was joking at first.

I thought it was a joke too. Told my co-workers that ish wasn’t funny.

I was at work. Got a text from the radio station. The legendary Prince is dead. It didn’t compute. All of a sudden, my messenger, text, email blows up from everybody! I froze for like 5 minutes! My co-worker said what’s wrong? I showed him my phone. He says OH NO OH NO OH NO! I run to the bathroom and call my husband who is driving. After I tell him, he turns on the radio. Every single station on Sirius XM radio was playing Prince. My husband pulled over and cried. I didn’t cry until about three days later after my denial wore off. We held each other and cried profusely. We still do from time to time.

Was at work and decided to check the internet on my break and saw the news. I immediately emailed my co-worker, who is a big fan as well, to tell her because we were just talking about how much she thought I would like the xoxo’s song. We were both in disbelief and shock.

At Walmart; had rush to the electronics department where a whole crowd of people including myself was in total disbelief. Many sad faces and some tears. A day I’ll never forget.

I’m getting tired of being reminded of this tragedy over and over again.

Parked my work truck to take a break from making deliveries. Checked my phone and read what I hoped was just another internet rumour. Couldn’t accept it. Checked radio stations for news. Sad.

Working, got the call and said, “It’s a hoax.”

I was at work and my niece texted me. Was in total shock 💔

At home, in disbelief.

I was on the phone in a conference call with my two daughters and my husband beeped in. He knows how much I love Prince and wanted to tell me before I saw it on the news. I didn’t believe him at first as he is a prankster, so I hung up on him. I told my daughters who love Prince because of me. I turned on the news and there it was. I was devastated. It was my grandmother’s birthday, April 21.

Watching TV and I could not believe what I was seeing or hearing. Still don’t.

I was on my way to lunch and the radio was playing ‘Adore’. When it went off the radio announcer said TMZ was reporting Prince was dead. I lost it, made a u-turn, went home and went straight to CNN! I did not work the next day!

I was laying down and got a phone call, didn’t believe it, googled and started crying

I always wondered how I would react to his death because he was the only celebrity that I admired so much. I just didn’t think he would be gone at only 57.

I was watching TV when it came across breaking news legendary Prince was found unresponsive. The tears couldn’t stop falling. I miss him so much.

I was at home (thank God) with my two boys. My sister messaged me and asked if I’d heard about Prince, that he had died. I asked, disbelieving, “Is this real?” and she said “I think so”. I turned on CNN and they had live coverage on. I stumbled into my bedroom, put my back to the wall and sank to the floor then just sobbed and sobbed for an hour. I can still acutely feel the anguish that washed over me. I can’t even think of it now without crying again.

I was chilling at home then I heard the news and I was devastated and I couldn’t stop crying

I came home to walk my dog during my lunch break… I usually leave the TV on CNN (so that my dog can keep up with the news of the day). Streaming across the bottom, “Prince dead at 57..” I just screamed, “OMG!!!..NOT PRINCE!!!…NOT PRINCE!!!…”  This tremendously horrible news derailed the rest of 2016 and my life has not been the same since that dreadful Thursday, 4/21/16…

I was at work and received several texts and phone calls. I didn’t believe it. I look at FB and they said someone was found dead at Paisley Park. I presumed it was a staff member or maybe a fan… never dreamed it was Prince….still can’t believe it.

I was sleeping… and my partner woke me up to what I thought was a NIGHTMARE… enough said… O(+> 4EVR

It came up as an email alert on my phone because it’s set up for Prince news – Prince Dead at 57 – I shouted NO! My kids were sitting next to me on the sofa and jumped, what’s wrong? The next half-hour there was a lot of: No it can’t be true, I don’t believe it, they’ve got it wrong… but when it finally sunk in my son (sweetheart) put his hand on my shoulder and said, ‘It’s ok mum, you can cry if you want to’. I couldn’t cry then, I was so numb with disbelief. Later in my room, I sat and said to myself, ‘Prince is dead, he’s really dead’ and I sobbed and sobbed. Such a terrible day

It was 6am in Australia, checked my phone and I had a FB notification. Saw the headline, started to panic saying No to myself started shaking and checked Wikipedia and saw his DOD (date of death) and lost it. Crying all day

I was in Art Class. My Mantra was off for the whole day… near tears.

At work, in training, and couldn’t leave. I couldn’t stop crying. Couldn’t concentrate. Had 2 turn my phone off, it didn’t stop ringing. I thought it was tha worst day of my life.

At work. I still don’t know how I made it through. I was so numb, I don’t remember much until I got out.

At work, on the phone with an Executive, when the news was confirmed. I kept it together to finish the call but immediately lost it as I hung up. Tried to pull it together but couldn’t. Left for the day without a word to anyone.

Cooking pasta, which ended up in nothing.

I was driving home from my mom’s house, damn never will forget that.

At work. My phone was blowing up. Then my friend rode up and told me.

I was in my car on the way home from work and I heard on the radio the speaker announced the death of a great artist. Even before he spoke the name of the artist who died, I knew it was Prince. I felt cold deep inside me. I always feel so sad and melancholy since this news. RIP Prince.

Home. My daughter called me with the terrible news. I went into shock and started crying

I woke, got my phone as I did every morning to see if he had tweeted….no, no tweet. Was devastated.

At work, on lunch scrolling through news feeds. I was in shock and numb the rest of the day. Couldn’t focus on anything else. Didn’t cry until I got home.

That morning I felt very weird on my way to work. I usually would have Pandora Old Time Radio. That morning, I chose Love Alive II and the song was ‘Going Up Yonder’ and I cried all the way to work as if some had close to me passed. I get to work feeling weird. I overhear my co-workers saying he had passed away and it all made sense. Someone close to me did pass. All I could do is thank God for blessing us with such a great talent.

Packing getting ready to fly out to Mexico in a few hours. Realized after I got to Mexico I had forgotten a lot of stuff cause after I heard the news I basically stopped packing.

Had just returned from Court walked into my office receptionist was crying. People pulled me into a conference room, then my FB page and phone was blowing up. Went home and cried myself to sleep. That day will always be black for me for the rest of my life

At around the same time of death, I was chatting with purple fam in a PRINCE group about MJs death and I made a comment that I could never cope if anything happened to PRINCE.
I went to sleep and was woken by my friend only three hours later to tell me the bad news… I fell to the ground and screamed ‘Nooooooo…. Nooooo !!! and cried every single day for four whole months… broken, want him back

Facebook from Dr. Funkenberry saying that he was trying to figure out if it was true and to have patience… my heart dropped and I knew something was wrong. I began searching and searching and then I saw TMZ and then I was in awe. Unfortunately, I had to go back to work as my lunch break was over at that point. I felt sick to my stomach and could barely work. Then the local radio made the announcement and put on Purple Rain and that was when I knew it…. what a day. I feel sick just writing about it now…

Round my girlfriends making some dinner, mother phoned me to tell me, was absolutely shocked, was zombie like state for hours

I’m trying not to remember. What I want to remember is the first moment I fell in love with him. That’s what it’s all about.

The only love there is, is the love we make

I was at home. Woke up to the see the shocking news on Facebook and it took me all the strength I had to get through the rest of the day. But I went to the Apollo Theater that night where they had this lovely gathering and vigil in his honor.

Just sat in shock and disbelief. Sigh… But, as a part of my normal workout routine, I run my three hour playlist of some of his upbeat music to get me through it. Sigh… and I STILL haven’t quite come to terms that he isn’t here anymore. Sigh…

I was at my desk, answering emails. I received a text from a friend, asking me if Prince was OK. I told him that he was, and that his hospital stay was temporary. No sooner than I answered that text, I started receiving emails, calls, and texts asking me if I was OK. When I saw a text from my previous boss, I knew something terrible was happening. I answered a call from my girlfriend, and she told me he was gone, and I broke down. My heart is still broken…

Was at the Boulder station casino in Las Vegas… just came home from eating a buffet for breakfast… it was about 9 am… my phone was dead… plugged in my phone.. checked my messages and one of my fbfs I was talking to about Prince told me in a pm…. I said no way… I just seen him in concert… he said it’s all over the news.. and within minutes.. there was a huge rainbow over his mansion… thank God because of the rainbow… I knew then … the Lord came for the soul of Prince… I’ve been reassured ever since… no worries…. just miss him.

Laying in bed shocked in disbelief… People came to check on me.

Was sitting at home worried about life… I had been laid off and wasn’t having any luck finding a job, wasn’t even getting called for interviews. When it started being reported on TV, people texting me, FB blowing up with the news… I lost it, totally lost it! A flood of tears, the type of crying where I couldn’t catch my breath. Family members were truly worried about me, they knew this would devastate me, so much, that my nephew came on his lunch break to check on me, he let me cry more on his shoulder… It was one of the saddest days of my life.

I was sleeping and my boyfriend called to tell me since he knows how much I love him…. After all, I named his son Prince four years ago…

At home, thinking to myself, he’s been a little sick. Nothing detrimental. He had signed himself out of the hospital… But just a few days later, he was gone. Unlike when Tupac died, I could not cry. Because one thing I knew was that “our” Prince already knew his Maker and was not scared of where the road would take him. As fans, we know of his spiritual side. The other side was all there was left to conquer. We loved the man.  Now, we love the spirit

RIP – Prince4EVA

Early in Prince’s career, he stated to his friends ‘I’m like everybody else I need love and water, I believe in god, there’s only one god, I believe in the afterlife’.  I love Prince to pieces. So humble & spiritual. God got PRINCE – no more trouble of the world – he’s at peace

I was at work and everyone (first text came from my husband) was sending me condolences by text, email and Facebook… they knew how much I admired that man. Such a sad day I will never forget.

I was sitting in the park, by the fountain, with my husband when my mom called me. I lost it… for days, uncontrollably sobbing. Then asked my husband to buy me a ton of food coloring because I felt that fountain needed to be purple. Luckily, he talked me out of it.

I was sleeping. Got a tweet that someone had died at Paisley Park. I thought it must be the janitor or someone and turned to go back to sleep. I just assumed it was a maid or staff. Then, my phone was blowing up friends and family were calling & texting to see if I was ok. All of a sudden, tears instantly were falling from my eyes. I had a gut feeling it was Prince. It wasn’t confirmed yet, but I knew it was him.

I was walking on my lunch break and a close friend who is also a Prince lover messaged me. I did not believe it at all… when his management confirmed on CNN I totally broke down… everyone was coming to my desk… it was so horrible… I saved my ugly cry till I got in my car… My sister came over dressed in purple and we lit candles… played all of his music… danced… sang 2 the tops of our lungs …. and still crying today.

I was at home by myself and my son called me and he said. ‘Mama what are you doing?’ I said, ‘Nothing, why?’ He told me to sit down and I said, ‘What’s going on..’ He said, ‘Prince just died…’ I told him to stop playing and he said, ‘Turn to CNN’ … that’s when I lost it.

Read it on facebook. I was totally numb and went into total despair. Still feel so sad about it BUT know he is alive and well in some other sphere xxx

To me it was like losing a family member. He was my hero. I was an outsider and I could related to him. Prince listened to all kinds of music just like me and he was shy like myself so after seeing him he made me like become a leader and not caring what people thought of me.

What’s so crazy is, everyone who knows me knows how I feel about him. So, when the news hit, many people reached out. Even my friend’s daughter, who I hadn’t seen in years, sent me a message on FB saying the first person she thinks of was me and was concerned. Damn. He was family, u know???

I was at work when I overheard a co-worker who is on FB all day say they found someone in an elevator at Paisley Park, I never dreamed it could be MY Prince! Checked some websites learned it was him, texted my Prince sister and HAD to finish my work day! Cried so many times since then for the loss, but we all have all the love he gave us in song! I dedicated a part of my garden to him. All purple flowers!

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PRINCE, HEELS AND ART… What is sacrifice?

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Lord I might get tired,
But I, I’ve got 2 keep on (we sacrifice)
Walkin’ down this road, (we sacrifice)
Keep on walkin’ down this road (joy around the corner)
When I reach my destination (we sacrifice)
My name will be Victor

These are the original shoe lasts which were used to make Prince’s iconic zip boots from 1990 to 2000. They were used to make hundreds of pairs over that decade.

In 2015, I was unbelievably lucky to have won them on an auction site. It turned out that the seller was the shoemaker, Cos Kyriacou, and he works and lives just around the corner from me.  When I went to collect the lasts, he generously shared some of his stories from the days when he was working directly with Paisley Park.

The connection with Prince started back in 1990. Prince was using a Los Angeles based shoemaker called Andre#1 but was having problems with the heels coming loose from the punishment he was giving them when he was dancing on stage. He came over to London for the Nude tour in June and Prince had a pair of the shoes sent to Cos for repair in his Old Street workshop. The heel had broken off again and Prince was looking for an urgent solution. Cos immediately struck on the idea to design something to strengthen the heel – and he created the legendary steel heel support which has now become an iconic element of Prince’s style. He made up a pair, Prince liked it and started commissioning further pairs of shoes from Cos. It went from there and from 1990 to 2000, Cos made his shoes pretty much exclusively, meticulously coordinated to in-house designs by Paisley Park, and occasionally other designers Prince worked with, including Versace. So that’s from just before Diamonds & Pearls era, Act 1 tour, Hits era, Come, Gold Experience, Glam Slam, his wedding to Mayte, Emancipation, Rave…. all those iconic outfits had shoes designed by Cos, and manufactured in his studio using these shoe lasts.

Cos has some captivating stories about how his work for Paisley Park was set up and his dealings with them over the years, but he also remains circumspect about details, honouring the traditional confidentiality between a gentleman and his shoemaker. He is amazingly humble considering he has worked with people like Prince & Versace. Having recently moved premises, he had decided to clear out some clutter and I think there was an element of wanting to draw a line under the past – hence selling the shoe lasts. He seemed happy about selling them and was pleased they were going to someone who would really appreciate them.

The lasts are incredibly beautiful and tactile – they have been sculpted out of wood, leather and metal to Prince’s precise measurements and were built up, adjusted and developed over the years from Prince’s requirements. Two other sets of lasts were made from this original set, purely due to the volume of pairs of shoes that Prince was ordering. I have purchase orders covering a three month period in 1995 and Cos sent over 70 pairs out to Paisley in that period alone. I understand the other two sets of shoe lasts are also in the hands of Prince fans.

For a bit of further reading:

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Prince always took it to the max where his art was concerned. During the 90’s, despite the pain he was suffering and the injuries he was sustaining, he continued to wear his heeled boots day and night, on stage and off, always presented immaculately and on point. As we now know, this led to hip surgery in the early 2000s and more often than not, he would appear in flats in his later years. But he still obstinately wore heels when he felt the occasion, such as his last ever TV appearance at the American Music Awards in November 2015. Ultimately, he was forced to turn to pain-controlling drugs to manage his condition and it is tragically these drugs that were responsible for his untimely departure in 2016.

It is so heartbreaking, to think that his beautiful shoes played a part in his final downfall, but there is an irony to this sequence of events that is strangely comforting, and oh! so Prince-esque in its duality. Prince was never going to stumble towards obscurity, or limp towards the end of his career. He was going to make an exit as dramatic as his entrance had been 40 years earlier, flooring those he left in his tracks. As it turned out, he finally strode towards his destiny, wearing those heels relentlessly like no other man ever could. He left this world, still standing tall, and resolutely embodying his artistic vision to the full.

When they tell me to walk a straight line
I put on crooked shoes
When they tell me that I can’t live forever
I pay some overdues (Kick it)
When they start makin’ up a crazy rule
That’s when I break a back
Cause when I go, I go, I go to the max,

I go

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PRINCE’S LAST TWEET


Prince’s last tweet was on 18th April 2016 just before 6pm MPLS time and paid tribute to John Peel and Vinyl… two days after Record Store Day.
He tweeted: ‘GOOD QUOTE:’ with a link to a picture quoting John Peel, saying:
‘Somebody was trying to tell me that CDs are better than Vinyl because they don’t have any surface noise. I said, ‘Listen mate, LIFE has surface noise.’
I bet John & Prince are spinning a few discs right now.
Rest in Peace? Nah – you make plenty of noise up there brother! 

PRINCE, A PIANO, A MICROPHONE : Paisley Park Gala Event, January 21st 2016

*updated May 2017*

 

Presented below is a scrapbook of memories, and the full transcript, of Prince’s first ever solo piano performance on January 21 2016… his last full performance at his home, Paisley Park, before his untimely death exactly three months later, on April 21.

 

This was going to be a milestone performance, and Prince knew it. He had invested considerably in the event, commissioning a full remodel of his main soundstage area at Paisley Park in preparation for the Gala. The sound system had been overhauled to envelope the audience and deliver that poignant intimacy where you could hear a pin drop. Fresh carpets, cushions and couches were installed to create a sense of coming home, of familiarity. The huge arena was in darkness, save for minimal spotlights in sharp focus on a purple piano, and a microphone. Candles flickered and hypnotic, psychedelic visuals had been created to draw the audience in, deep under a spell. Prince was preparing to facilitate an experience of collective regression – we were going to be taken back, way back, to discover buried memories and hear unspoken stories from the past.

Prince loved peppering his art with hidden messages and imagery. Before the show began, two instrumental pieces from film soundtracks were played. At the time, their significance passed the audience by as they chattered in excited anticipation, but with hindsight we can understand why he had carefully selected these tracks. The first was Confluence by John Williams from Memoirs of a Geisha. The word means a ‘flowing together’. In a literal sense, it’s about rivers, but it’s more often used to talk about the coming together of factors or ideas, or of cultures in a diverse city. Prince had issued an invitation via twitter just three weeks before, and somehow this group of colourful people had come together and found themselves here at Paisley Park. The stars had truly aligned and we were overflowing with excitement and anticipation.

The second piece was a brief but significant composition by Gabriel Yared from the soundtrack to L’Amant by Marguerite Duras. It is called The Departure.  A haunting piece, it is played during the beautiful ending of the film, where the protagonist boards a cruise liner, leaving her world behind. She suddenly realises that her estranged Lover has come to witness her sail away. Knowingly, or otherwise, Prince was suggesting that we too had come together to witness a poignant departure.  As it transpired months later, this was indeed his final farewell to his fans in his hometown, his last full performance at Paisley Park.

 

A hush fell on the crowd and then… Prince appeared through double doors at the rear of the stage. Backlit, in a cloud of dry ice, his afro encircled in a halo of light, he strode to us unfaltering. It felt like a visitation of an angel from the heavens. The love rose in the room; an almost palpable sense of goodwill washing towards this dear man; of gratitude that we had been invited out of the Minneapolis cold into the warmth of his home to witness a genius at work.

Sitting alone at the piano, Prince – this legendarily private man – then surprised the audience beyond all expectation by opening his heart in a way he had never done before.

Barely perceptible, reverberating voices drew us back to Prince, the child. ‘My only mission is to make you cry / Happy tears of joy’ he proclaimed as he began to share intimate details of his early years. Speaking softly, tight into the microphone, he painted pictures of intensely personal moments, such as his parent’s divorce, which inspired, or forced, a young Black boy to find solace in the company of a piano. Was it accidental that, as the grown man played in the spotlight, the shadow cast on the wall behind him looked like the silhouette of a young boy?

These narrated insights were accompanied with a soundtrack of his development as a musician: learning piano by playing chopsticks and TV themes; listening to local radio and beginning to allow his own creativity to find full expression.  He shared fleeting insights into his process of composition, modelling in real time the genesis of a track. Muttering to himself, he first crafted a jaunty demo of Baby and then evolved it into a poignant, heart wrenching ballad, simply by lifting it outside the norms of conventional progressions. This was a search, at times an urgent hunt, for dissonant chords that would give expression to the discord he felt inside in his early years.

Signposts were given to the many influences (confluences?) that have steered his course across his career: legendary beacons Joni and Miles; contemporary band members, such as Lisa Coleman; and even respectful nods to less known but equally critical players, like his sound engineer Scott Baldwin, all of whom have made this magical journey ‘happen’ over the last 57 years. He could have added many other names, and later did so in other performances of Piano and Microphone when he toured the show across Australia and the US. Notably, he thanked his fans repeatedly. We were all acknowledged as his purple alumni who had been travelling companions in this odyssey. Deepest respects though were paid to his father, forever his first influence and always his greatest muse. 

Dressed in a flowing, purple silk tunic, intriguingly printed with images of the multiple phases of the moon, was Prince realising it was time to complete a cycle and come full circle? Was he inviting us to view the whole of his moon from different perspectives, simultaneously? Was he hinting at a future eclipse and rebirth?

And so the conversation developed.  We were blessed with beautiful, extended renditions of A Case Of U, The Ballad of Dorothy Parker, and oh! Condition Of The Heart. Emotions were swelling in the room and when Prince gave a nod to Bowie, the words caught in his throat. Later, he said ‘I forgot that music is emotional’. On several occasions, he was clearly caught out by the power of what he was creating.

 

But this was more than a simple chronology of Prince’s musical development – this was a story with a message. As it has been across his career, the prevailing theme to which Prince returned to again and again throughout the performance, referenced in the song choices, specific lyrics sung (and not sung) and through the spoken narrative – was the theme of FREEDOM. Prince was asking us to explore our personal quest for physical, political, spiritual liberation, and his message was that it is music which will be the agent of that emancipation.

We don’t know what he knew or was feeling when he sat at that piano in January 2016; the untold story that he was trying to find the words to share. Was he in pain? Was he articulating his simple prayer to be free from that pain? Could he see his own mortality looming and was he trying to prepare himself, and us? 

Later, either consciously or unconsciously, Prince adlibbed the lyrics during The Breakdown

If ever I fall

If ever there is a fall / But I don’t expect there will be / Not, not, not any time / Not any time soon.

Was Prince trying to gently break some news to his fans? Perhaps we never will know. The entire performance and the significance of its subtle imagery leaves us with a deep sense of yearning; of intangible meaning, creating as many questions as answers. 

Il n’y avait pas un souffle de vent et la musique s’était répandue partout dans le paquebot noir, comme une injonction du ciel dont on se savait pas à quoi elle avait trait, comme un ordre de Dieu dont on ignorait la teneur…

L’Amant – Marguerite Duras

However, in sharing this story of freedom, of liberation, Prince leaves us with some clear, resounding truths that we can hold to:  It is music, love, and GOD that set us free. It is music which has the power to help us rise and forget our earthly constraints, our temporal pain, the limitations of our physical body. This is the message which Prince leaves hanging in that space between the notes.

And by bequeathing us the gift of his music, Prince ensures that, even in his absence, these simple truths remain. 

 

Through it all

Remaining free

I found out

That GOD WAS LOVE

All along

GOD WAS LOVE

 

PEACE.

FREE URSELF. 

 

 



 

 




BEGINNINGS

November 4 2015


 

November 8 2015

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November 9 2015

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November 11 2015



November 12 2015


November 13 2015


December 6 2015



PREPARATIONS

January 1 2016




January 5 2016



January 6 2016


January 9 2016


January 10 2016



January 14 2016


January 16 2016

 

 

 


 


January 17 2016



January 18 2016



REALISATION





CONFLUENCE: MEMOIRS OF A GEISHA OST – John Williams, 2005

 

 

 

A story like mine should never be told

For my world is as forbidden as it is fragile

Without its mysteries, it cannot survive.

 

I certainly wasn’t born to the life of a Geisha

Like so much in my strange life, 

I was carried there by the current.

 

My mother always… told me I was like water.

Water can carve its way even through stone

And when trapped,

Water makes a new path. 



THE DEPARTURE: L’AMANT OST – Gabriel Yared, 1992

Elle savait qu’il la regardait. Elle le regardait elle aussi, elle ne le voyait plus mais elle regardait encore vers la forme de l’automobile noire.

Et puis à la fin elle ne l’avait plus vue.

Le port s’était effacé

et puis la terre.

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Il faudrait prévenir les gens de ces choses-là. Leur apprendre que l’immortalité est mortelle, qu’elle peut mourir, que c’est arrivé, que cela arrive encore. 

Marguerite Duras – L’AMANT

 

THE PERFORMANCE:  


(TIDAL SETLIST)



[ethereal strings]

[single chord & dramatic pause]

[REVERB VOCAL EFFECT:]


My name is …..

My tears for you I cry

My only mission is to make you cry

Happy tears of joy

Electrify

Who whatever whenever

Wherever they dare to go

I wish I could play piano

But I don’t know how to play piano


Everything looks different

Three years old

The piano looks bigger

At three years old

Mmm… Maybe I’ll just watch TV

(jumps on piano and mimes watching TV, eating popcorn)

Here comes dad

Not supposed to touch it

I wanna play it so bad


There goes dad

Him and mom are getting divorced now

I’m actually happy to see you go…

But I was only seven years old

But now

I can play piano

any time I want

[BATMAN THEME – Neal Hefti, 1966]


Can’t play the piano like dad though

How does dad do that?

Let me see…

Not bad eh!


I wish I could sing

And I wish I could

No… no… mmm…

Maybe I should just…

Listen to the radio

Back then radio was cool though!

Back then radio was localised

We had a DJ named Pharrell Black, Kyle Ray, and Jack Harris


Jack Harris had his own band

That’s how funky he was

His band was as tight as James Brown’s band, or close

I always used to hear his music

He would choose what we would listen to

And he had great taste


[I SECOND THAT EMOTION – Smokey Robinson & The Miracles, 1967]

Maybe you’ll wanna give me kisses sweet

But only for one night and no repeat

I can’t sing that…

Those words were insane!

[WHO’S LOVING YOU –– Smokey Robinson & The Miracles, 1960]


No… I gotta write some songs and start at the beginning.

[BABY – Sunset Sound, 1976]

Need a change there…

Almost…

Almost…

Almost…

There it is.

There.

[BABY – 1976]

Need a change.

Need it up.

Need it up.


[BABY – outro]

[I WANNA BE YOUR LOVER – Alpha Studios, 1979]

Hand clap, right there.

[I WANNA BE YOUR LOVER – outro]

Well on my way

Trying to figure things out

One thing though

Other than the earlier story about the radio

I was on my own

Trying everything I could

To find out who I was…

[DIRTY MIND – Wayzata Home Studio, MN, 1980]


Completely free

Completely free

Trying to figure out who is me


[DIRTY MIND – outro]

[DO ME, BABY – Kiowa Trail Home Studio, 1981]

Here we are

In this big, old empty room

Staring each other down


When you’re totally free a song like that is going to go on and on and on

And if you’re totally honest

You’re gonna turn the lights off

And..

You’re gonna light a candle

And…

You’re gonna put on your favourite song

And…

You’re gonna pray that

your loved one is nearby

And…

You’re going to

And…

And…

You’re gonna hope you agree

But that doesn’t always happen

You have 992 arguments

And you hope that both of you are still alive when

The 993rd one starts


[SOMETHING IN THE WATER (DOES NOT COMPUTE) – Kiowa Trail Home Studio, 1982]

You think you’re special, well so do I

Why do special women make me cry?

Does not compute

Don’t not compute

 

What’s the hangup, what’s the scam?

Guess you think I’m just another one, one of your [silly] fans

 

Some people think I’m kinda smart

Why must a fella stop with you before he starts?

 

I wanna thank you for braving the cold and coming out tonight

I … I just wanna say this for the record

I have the best music-loving supporters in the world.



We hear a lot of talk about freedom

because

When you have right to make up your own mind

Then you can choose to say ‘No’ sometimes

It’s a powerful word when it’s used properly.


[FREE – Sunset Sound, 1982]

Don’t sleep ’til the sunrise, listen 2 the falling rain

Don’t worry ’bout tomorrow, don’t worry ’bout your pain

Don’t cry unless you’re happy, don’t smile unless you’re blue

Never let that lonely monster take control of U

Be glad that U r free

Free 2 change your mind

Free 2 go most anywhere, anytime

Be glad that U r free

There’s many a man who’s not

Be glad 4 what U had baby, what you’ve got

Be glad 4 what you’ve got

 

I know my heart is beating, my drummer tells me so

If U take your life 4 granted, your beating heart will go…

 

[falters]

aaah…


Peace to David Bowie…


I only met him once and he was very nice to me

Seems like he was nice to everybody

I just wanted to say that…


Be glad that you are free


[A CASE OF U – Joni Mitchell, 1971]

I am a lonely painter

I live in a box of paints

I used 2 be frightened by the devil

And drawn 2 those who weren’t afraid

Remember when u told me

That love was touching souls?

Well, surely u touched mine

Part of u pours out of me from time 2 time in these lines

 

U’re in my blood like holy wine…

u’re so bitter and so sweet

I could drink a case of u darling

And still b on my feet…

still be on my feet

 


The space

In between the notes

Mmmm… that’s the good part

 

However long the space is

 

That’s how funky it is or how funky it ain’t

 

[A CASE OF U – breakdown]

You’re in my blood like holy wine

You’re in my blood like holy wine


Does that sound great?

The reason is Scottie

His name is Scottie

Show him love…

scottie10prince


[MOTHERLESS CHILD – traditional]

Dm
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child,

Gm7                       Eb7             Bb7
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child,

          Dm                                            G7
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child,

Dm
  A7                 E7        Bb7
A long way     from ho – me,

Dm  A7             Dm
A long way from home.

 


Somebody snap your fingers please.

Sounds so good.

 

[and the unplayed second verse…

Dm
Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone,

Gm7                           Eb7      Bb7
Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone,

          Dm                                         G7
Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone,

Dm
  A7                 E7        Bb7
A long way     from ho – me,

Dm  A7             Dm
A long way from home.
]

 

 

Thank you.

 

By this time, I could play pretty good

And things were going all right.

Some singers have the courage to tell you

If they are male, don’t let them lie to you,

They all write songs to cop girls.

[THE BEAUTIFUL ONES – Sunset Sound, 1983]

Baby, baby, baby

Can’t you stay with me tonight

Oh baby, baby, baby

Don’t my kisses please you right

 

You were so hard to find

The beautiful ones, they hurt you every time

 

Paint a perfect picture

Bring to life a vision in one’s mind

The beautiful ones

Always smash the picture

Always every time


Do you want to get married?

Do you think it’ll work?

Baby

Watch out – he might be a jerk.

 

We alright so far?



 

[U’RE GONNA C ME – Paisley Park, 2001]

I know that I’m not gonna sleep tonight

Cause you’re not by my side and that ain’t right – no

I thought that we bought this bed for two,

But what good is it if I’m not with you

Gimme a page on my 2-way

I’ll hit you back with no delay

When you hear all I’ve got to say

aaaah

U’re gonna C me

Whether in person or the phone

Girl, I’ve got to get you all alone

And when I do baby it’s on

U’re gonna C me

U’re gonna C me

 

U’re the reason I took a rope and lassoed the moon

[stumbles]

Where you been?

I been calling you and calling you

And you just..

you just 

you never

return my

calls – why?

Is it something I said?

Something I done?


[CHORDS FROM HOW COME YOU DON’T CALL ME ANY MORE? – Sunset Sound, 1982]


[CONDITION OF THE HEART – Sunset Sound, 1984]

There was a girl in Paris

Whom he sent a letter to

Hoping she would answer back

Now wasn’t that a fool

Hardy notion on the part of a

Sometimes lonely musician

Acting out a whim is only good

For a condition of the … [unfinished]



Thinking about you driving me crazy

My friends all say it’s just a phase, but oh oh

Every day is a yellow day

I’m blinded by the daisies in your yard


Do it again… it’s there –

One more time…


[VENUS DE MILO – Crosstown Circle Warehouse, 1985]

 

[RASPBERRY BERET intro – Flying Cloud Drive Warehouse, 1984]


I’d like to take a moment and ah…

show love and appreciation for Lisa and Wendy

I met Lisa first, she was in the band for a while

and then she introduced me to Wendy

When I first met Lisa

She didn’t look me in the eye

I think –

you’ll have to ask her why.

I called my manager

and I said, ‘I don’t think this is gonna work out…

Can you make a plane reservation for her, she is going to have to go home…’

And then ah I said, ‘ Hold on..’

And I could hear the piano coming from the basement

and she was playing

something

free form

just

making up

these crazy chords

that I

never heard

until

I met Miles Davis who came to my house and played similar chords.


And she told me that her favourite piano player was Bill Evans


Right?

And I am trying to imitate her now…

And I would write music and I would let them go to the studio and just mess around

and see what they come up with

and Lisa wrote this harpsicord

which was like…

[CHORDS FROM RASPBERRY BERET]

And that’s the whole song, right?

[RASPBERRY BERET – 1984]

I was working part time in a five-and-dime

My boss was Mr. McGee

He told me several times that he didn’t like my kind

‘Cause I was a bit too leisurely

Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing

But different than the day before

That’s when I saw her, ooh, I saw her

She walked in …

 

They say the first time ain’t the greatest

But I tell ya…

[If I had the chance to do it all again]

I wouldn’t change a stroke

‘Cause baby [you’re] the most

 

Really?


[PAISLEY PARK – Flying Cloud Drive Warehouse, 1984]

There is a park that is known

4 the face it attracts

Colorful people whose hair

On 1 side is swept back

The smile on their faces

It speaks of profound inner peace

Ask where they’re going

They’ll tell U nowhere

They’ve taken a lifetime lease

On Paisley Park

 

The girl on the seesaw is laughing

4 love is the color

This place imparts (Paisley Park)

Admission is easy, just say U

Believe and come 2 this

Place in your heart

Paisley Park is in your heart

 

There is a woman who sits

All alone by the pier

Her husband was naughty

And caused his wife so many tears

He died without knowing forgiveness

And now she is sad, so sad

Maybe she’ll come 2 the park

And forgive him

And life won’t be so bad

In Paisley Park

 

Paisley Park is in your…

Say it again

Paisley Park is in your

Heart.


I should thank YOU for that, huh?

That was groovy, I like that!

We’ll have to keep that in the set, huh?


Well… you’re right there

I thought I would never be able to play like my dad

And he never missed an opportunity to remind me of that

But we got along good.

He was my best friend.




How many of you have lucid dreams?



I like dreaming now more than I used to

Ah… some of my friends have passed away and I see them

in my dreams.

So it’s like they are here

and the dreams are

just like waking sometimes.

You know?



[SOMETIMES IT SNOWS IN APRIL – Sunset Sound, 1985]

Tracy died soon after a long fought civil war – [fingersnaps, reverb effect]

Just after I’d wiped away his last tear

[Maybe] he’s better off than he was before

A whole lot better off than the fools he left here

 

I used 2 cry 4 Tracy because he was my only friend

Those kind of cars don’t pass u every day

I used 2 cry 4 Tracy because I wanted to see him again

But sometimes, sometimes

life ain’t always the way…

 

Sometimes it snows in April

Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad

Sometimes I wish life was [everlasting]

But all good things, they say, never last

Sometimes it snows in April

 

Sometimes I feel so bad

Sometimes, sometimes I wish that life was never ending

And all good things, they say, never last

All good things, they say, never last

All good things, they say

Never

Last.



Thank you. 


[THE BALLAD OF DOROTHY PARKER – intro, Galpin Blvd Home Studio, 1986]

Dorothy was a waitress on the promenade

She worked the night…


You don’t know that song!

I’ll come back to it.


[EYE LOVE U, BUT I DON’T TRUST YOU ANY MORE – initial tracking date unknown?]

I could tell from the moment U walked in the room

That it wasn’t your dress U had on

That wasn’t your perfume

And what happened 2 the ring that I gave U?

What am I 2 assume?

I love U

but I don’t trust U anymore

 

I remember meeting U here in the good ol’ days

I would never pick the flower of my favourite protege

Maybe if I would have

Then U would not treat me this way

I loved U  – but I don’t trust U anymore

No, no

I love U, but I don’t trust U anymore

[THE BALLAD OF DOROTHY PARKER – 1986]

Do you mind if I

right here

Turn on the radio (click)

My favourite song, she said 

And it was Joni singing…


And that WAS my favourite song.

Among others

Joni Mitchell – show her love please.


Me and my dad used to take turns jamming on this one

[UNCHAIN MY HEART – Ray Charles, 1961]

I’m under your spell like a man in a trance

But I know darn well, that I don’t stand a chance so

Unchain my heart, let me go my way

Unchain my heart, you worry me night and day

[You got me down in] misery

When you don’t care a bag of beans for me

So unchain my heart, oh please, please set me free

 

Set me free


[BALTIMORE – intro, Paisley Park, 2015]

 

Nobody got in nobody’s way

So I guess you could say it was a good day

At least a little better than the day in Baltimore


What are we gonna do y’all?

How many Americas are there?

Two?

Three?

Ten?


[BALTIMORE]

Does anybody hear us pray

For Michael Brown or Freddie Gray?

Peace is more than the absence of war

Absence of war

Are we gonna see another bloody day?

We’re tired of the cryin’ and people dyin’

Let’s take all the guns away

 

The absence of war

Peace is more

Than the absence

Peace is more

Than the absence of war


[ROCK N ROLL LOVE AFFAIR – Paisley Park Studios, 2011/12]

They were bound to find each other

He needed proof, she needed a brother

That’s when the stars collide

When there’s space for what you want 

And your heart is open wide


He gave up women for the stripes of the road

And learned the meaning of grace

That’s when his cup overflowed

And she said: “hello”

 

He said “my faith keeps me from willin’

But you know that I’m able

And if there’s some room

I’d like to sit at your table”

She said “it’s tight, but I think I can fit you in”

 

This kind of love don’t come from a prayer

Ain’t talking rebound, born of despair

Yellow sun rising on their bodies in bed

Two people in love, with nothing but the road ahead

 

She believed in fairy tales and princes

He believed in jazz, rhythm and blues

And this thing called soul

He believed in rock and roll

She wanted to see her name appear on the big screen

He just wanted to hear her scream his name

 

Can you scream my name? Come on!

 

This kind of love don’t come from a prayer

Ain’t talking rebound, born of despair

Yellow sun rising on their bodies in bed

Two people in love, with nothing but the road ahead

 

I already heard you sing it, let’s do it!

Rock, rock, love affair

Sing it!

Rock! Rock! Love affair!

Rock! Rock! Love affair!

Rock! Rock! Love affair!

Sing it!

[exits stage]



[returns to rapturous applause]

This is what I usually do

around this time of night.

aah…It’s better with you all present

Thank you. 



[STARFISH & COFFEE – Galpin Blvd Home Studio, 1986]

Starfish and coffee

Maple syrup and jam

Butterscotch clouds, a tangerine

And a side order of ham

If you set your mind free, baby

Maybe you’d understand

Starfish and coffee

 

[THE BREAKDOWN – Paisley Park Studios, 2012]

Listen to me closely as the story unfolds

This could be the saddest story even been told

I used to want the house with the biggest pool

I’ve been missing out I just feel like a fool

 

Keep breaking me down, down, down

Keep breaking me down, down, down

 

I used to throw the party at the New Year’s Eve

First one intoxicated, last one to leave

Waking up in places that you would never believe

Give me back the time, you can keep the memories

 

Keep breaking me down, down, down

Keep breaking me down, down, down

 

Every book I’ve read said that I would meet somebody like you

Whenever I was sorry, so sorry for the things I used to do

A journal full of numbers that I used to go through

1-2-3-4-5-6-7

All behind me now

All because of you

[Screams]



Down, down, down, down

Keep breaking me down

down

down


There’s a door that you can walk through

Where there used to be a wall

Ask me anything 

As long as you catch me girl 

If ever I fall

If ever there is a fall

But I don’t expect there will be 

Not, not, not any time 

Not any time soon. 

I wanna know

(Screams)

Breaking me down, down, down

Down.

 

Ask me anything

I know you wanna

I know you wanna ask me

anything.



Whatever it is 

The answer is


YES…



THANK YOU


(Exits stage)

[ANNA STESIA – Paisley Park Studios, 1987/88] 

Through it all

Remaining free

I found out

That GOD WAS LOVE

All along

GOD WAS LOVE


If you wanna sing:

God is Love

Love is GOD

GIRLS AND BOYS 

LOVE GOD ABOVE



LIBERATE ME

LIBERATE ME NOW

What is GOD?

GOD IS LOVE

LOVE IS GOD


LIBERATE ME


THIS IS THE FIRST, YOU WERE HERE AND SO WAS I…

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH.

 

“Lorsque l’heure du départ approchait, le bateau lançait trois coups de sirène, très longs, d’une force terrible, ils s’entendaient dans toute la ville et du côté du port le ciel devenait noir. Les remorqueurs s’approchaient alors du bateau et le tiraient vers la travée centrale de la rivière. Lorsque c’était fait, les remorqueurs larguaient leurs amarres et revenaient vers le port. Alors le bateau encore une fois disait adieu, il lançait de nouveau ses mugissements terribles et si mystérieusement tristes qui faisaient pleurer les gens, non seulement ceux du voyage, ceux qui se séparaient mais ceux qui étaient venus regarder aussi, et ceux qui étaient là sans raison précise, qui n’avaient personne à qui penser. Le bateau, ensuite, très lentement avec ses propres forces, s’engageait dans la rivière. Longtemps on voyait sa forme haute avancer vers la mer. Beaucoup de gens restaient là à le regarder, à faire des signes de plus en plus ralentis, de plus en plus découragés, avec leurs écharpes, leurs mouchoirs. Et puis, à la fin, la terre emportait la forme du bateau dans sa courbure. Par temps clair on le voyait lentement sombrer.

Elle aussi c’était lorsque le bateau avait lancé son premier adieu, quand on avait relevé la passerelle et que les remorqueurs avaient commencé à le tirer, à l’éloigner de la terre, qu’elle avait pleuré. Elle l’avait fait sans montrer ses larmes, parce qu’il était chinois et qu’on ne devait pas pleurer ce genre d’amants. Sans montrer à sa mère et à son petit frère qu’elle avait de la peine, sans montrer rien comme c’était l’habitude entre eux. Sa grande automobile était là, longue et noire, avec, à l’avant, le chauffeur en blanc. Elle était un peu à l’écart du parc à voitures des Messageries Maritimes, isolée. Elle l’avait reconnue à ces signes-là. C’était lui à l’arrière, cette forme à peine visible, qui ne faisait aucun mouvement, terrassée. Elle était accoudée au bastingage comme la première fois sur le bac. Elle savait qu’il la regardait. Elle le regardait elle aussi, elle ne le voyait plus mais elle regardait encore vers la forme de l’automobile noire. Et puis à la fin elle ne l’avait plus vue. Le port s’était effacé et puis la terre.”

Marguerite Duras, L’AMANT, Les Editions de Minuit

 

 

Angels, ghosts and dreams: Prince debuts ‘A Piano and A Microphone’ at Paisley Park.

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Last  night I went to Prince’s house and there were angels, ghosts and dreams.

As the lights dimmed and mist enveloped the stage, Prince emerged and opened his life and soul in a way he has never done before. Barely perceptible, reverberating voices announced the arrival Prince, the child. ‘My only mission is to make you cry / Happy tears of joy’ he proclaimed as he began to share intimate details of his journey. His earliest influences. The pain of his parents’ divorce. He painted pictures of moments which inspired, or forced, a young Black boy to find solace in the company of a piano. Was it accidental that, as the man played in the spotlight, the shadow cast on the wall looked like the silhouette of an angelic boy?

He gave us fleeting insights into his process of composition, modelling in real time how he works up a track. Muttering to himself, he crafted a jaunty demo of Baby into a poignant, heart wrenching ballad, simply by lifting it outside the norms of conventional progressions. This was a search, at times an urgent hunt, for dissonant chords that would give expression to the discord he felt inside in his early years.

And so the conversation developed, a chronological journey through Prince’s thoughts and career. An artist sharing the evolution of his art. We were blessed with beautiful, extended renditions of A Case Of U, The Ballad of Dorothy Parker, and oh! Condition Of The Heart. The emotion was palpable and when Prince gave a nod to Bowie, the words caught in his throat. Later, he said ‘I forgot that music is emotional’. On several occasions, he was clearly caught out by the power of what he was creating.

 

Prince told us that he had dreams. He dreams of loved ones who have passed way and the dreams are so lucid that for a moment it is as if they are alive again.

Well Prince, I have something to tell you. That doesn’t just happen when you dream.

It happens when you play piano.

I was watching closely last night. As you played, I saw a whole army of angels fluttering around your stage, and your mum and dad were right behind you, smiling sweetly.

 
Prince is touring ‘Piano and A Microphone’ across Australia & New Zealand during February 2016. 

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Prince. Paisley Park. A Piano. A Microphone.

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So, I’m heading to his home in the snow, to listen to him play on a piano.

I can’t put into words how this pilgrimage feels.  I’ve never been to Minneapolis. I’ve never set foot in Paisley Park. But I have an overwhelming sense of returning home. Of coming back.

It’s an odd sensation which I’m struggling to capture. It’s like trying to catch the light bouncing off snowflakes softly falling over Minneapolis; or trying to bottle the iridescence shimmering from the icy walls of Paisley Park. Some things were never meant to be caged.

Maybe part of it is about returning to childhood. I was a kid when a friend played me Sometimes It Snows In April and I was forever smitten. Hours and hours of my younger years were spent utterly absorbed in his music, fantasising about being Uptown, hanging out with colourful people whose hair on one side is swept back. Maybe this journey is a way of touching souls with the child inside.

I’m sure there is something going on here too about reconnecting with lovers past & present? Prince’s songs have been torches guiding me through my relationships. Ignited by Do Me Baby, fuelled by Adore, and partings agreed in the ember-glow of Purple Rain. A few notes into Condition of the Heart, and I’m giddy with foolhardy notions about the past; the air is pierced by the first trills from A Case of U and I’m filled with an aching warmth for my partner.

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All of this is churning around inside of me at the prospect of the next few days. There’s a lot of emotion surfacing. But, I know the strongest part of this feeling comes not from wanting to rehearse the past, but from a desire to live right now, in the moment. Life is short. Far too short not to seize moments when they present themselves. My mum taught me that.

So for me, this is an intensely personal moment, far from the purple frenzy of armies and tribes, led by doctors, curators, commentators and administrators. There’s a time and a place for all that, but this is just about me and Prince. It’s the moment when a note from his piano hangs in the air and the world stops turning and I can see angels.

Prince. Paisley Park. A Piano. A Microphone.

Maybe that’s why it feels like I’m coming home.

**POSTSCRIPT May 2016**
The day after I blogged this, Prince was tweeting reviews of the previous night’s gala debut and… he tweeted a link to this blog, quoting the last two words ‘COMING HOME’. Little did we know that exactly three months later to the day, it would be time for him to make his way back HOME and leave us mourning our loss.

RIP Prince – your life was way too short, but thank you for seizing the moments you had and inspiring me to do the same.  It’s going to be a while, but we will see U at ur true HOME soon.