Prince. Yes, THAT Prince (as in “and the Revolution,” or “and the New Power Generation” or “the artist formerly known as”) has passed away. My heart is pounding and my brain is swirling and I don’t even understand what life is at the moment.
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Here are the formalities. The legendary performer been sick recently. Earlier this month, he cancelled a concert in Atlanta but then took to the stage in the same city just days later. Clearly, he was trying to rally but, after that concert, his plane was forced to make an emergency landing. At the time, a statement was released claiming that he was “fine and at home.”
Today, his publicist Yvette Noel-Schure confirmed delivered horrifying news: ”It is with profound sadness that I am confirming that the legendary, iconic performer, Prince Rogers Nelson, has died at his Paisley Park residence this morning at the age of 57.”
I can’t even deal with this. Apparently, neither can most people since the internet has already exploded with shock and horror at the loss of this amazing artist.
He was known for pioneering the “Minneapolis sound” and was fiercely protective of his creative freedom and rights as a musician. In his time in the industry, he earned an astounding 30 Grammy Award nominations, had five #1 hit singles and saw 14 other tracks reach the Top 10. He also took home an Academy Award for his original song, “Purple Rain.” He was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2004.
Most of all, though, he was just known for being “His Royal Badness.” I mean, did it get any more unique, colorful and outrageously talented than this man? He didn’t just walk along his own path, he blazed it and he was absolutely, undeniably spectacular.
He could disappear from the limelight for long periods of time and come back and do the Super Bowl half-time show and completely slay it. Who else can make that kind of claim? No gimmicks, no over-the-top tricks, just one small man, his guitar and his incredible talent.
Fiercely private, he did deal with his share of heartbreak too. He was married twice (Mayte Garcia in 1996 and Manuela Testolini in 2001), and had just one child, a son named Boy Gregory, who was born to Garcia in 1996. Sadly, the little boy survived just one week as he was born with Pfeiffer syndrome. If there is an afterlife, I’d like to believe that the father and son are together now.
Doves are crying, folks. RIP Prince Rogers Nelson. Thank you for sharing your amazing vision and talent with this world while you were here.