The Way It Is With Prince
When Prince died I wasn’t a mess, and I was surprised somewhat by that. It just never happened. It was a strange day, sure. And I wrote about it – the memory of (finally) seeing him (just two months earlier) still so fresh in my head – but I find it so much harder to listen to his music these days. I start an album and cannot finish it. Maybe because it comes now with the realisation that he’ll never finish the work. When I was at my peak as a Prince fan, I just imagined him, Willy Wonka-like, having the production line of music that never ended. A mad wizard concocting spells forever. Read More