The Artist Forever Known as Prince

by Alev Gefen
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“ ‘Cause nothing compares. / Nothing compares… . To you. “
(Written by Prince, sung by Sinead O’Connor)

Where to begin? Life is a passage, and death is one of its paths. It is the Soul’s transition to a higher plane… We can reassure ourselves with platitudes like these, because Life is a passage, and we must keep on walking. Still, one cannot help but feel confused and shocked by how abruptly many Souls have taken that step already, in 2016. Beautiful Souls like Natalie Cole and David Bowie got a new companion today: Prince.
We shall fix our makeup, and party like it’s 1999. After all, Prince would have done the same — he always did, whether faced with trials or triumphs. He made our feet lose control and our heads spin delightfully with frantic yet soulful lyrics and stunning guitar riffs. Jimi Hendrix’s incarnation? Perhaps. To say that Prince was an enigma is an understatement. He was a high-profile recluse: Meaning, people thought they could pinpoint Prince’s character by watching his antics on stage or by being fed the tabloids about a throng of high-profile relationships (Madonna, Kim Basinger, and ex-wife Carmen Electra—just to name a few). Prince was so much more. No wonder he changed his name to ☥ (pronounced “ankh”)
The ancient Egyptian symbol means “breath of life”, and the “Purple Rain” crooner definitely breathed music, dance, art, and lunacy. He did tell us to “Let’s go crazy. / Let’s get nuts!” He was royalty, in ever sense.
Prince had a presence. Something about him was almost supernatural. He was a trailblazer, inventing the distinct Minneapolis sound genre, which combined funk, rock, R&B, psychedelia, disco, jazz, and pop.
So many talents, so many names! Prince was The Purple One, The Artist Formerly Known as Prince, TAFKAP, and a list of other monikers. We cannot pinpoint exactly who Prince was, because really, no one can compare to him. Let us turn up the volume and join the party, as Prince’s voice echoes:
“Dearly beloved,
We are gathered here
To celebrate this thing called… Life!”

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3 Responses

  1. Nick says:

    You writing is very easy to read.

  2. Rudy Martich says:

    great stuff.

  3. Riley Hermance says:

    Hi There! You should write for Time Magazine

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