Prince is gone. How can death be so cruel? Rest, sweet Prince. We will miss your jams, your style, your uncanny ability to appreciate and distill those that came before you and influenced your singular sound. Such heartbreak over our lost musical geniuses in 2016.
Prince wasn't your typical once-in-a-lifetime musical genius, but a
control freak extraordinaire. It was part of his aesthetic. Over the
years, I would enjoy finding Prince videos on the Internet just to see
how long it would take for his long lace-ruffled arm to reach out and yank them
off for violating copyright. He was all-powerful—a nattily styled
wizard of sound. Those videos would usually be gone from the Internet anywhere from
between 40 minutes to one day after discovery.
What control he had. And he kept
releasing the tunes, chug, chug, chug, like Prince's musical factory of
sound, all streaming from his head 24/7. No wonder he felt competitive
with the Internet. He was so musically astute, he was like a human
Internet. You could hear bits of everyone from the history of R&B, pop and rock in the Prince catalog, filtered through his lively mind. He was giving it out on his terms his entire
Thank you, Prince. We will miss you terribly.
I give this video two to three days to exist here. I just have to believe he can still yank it away at will.