Well, The Purple One is gone. I’m a little disappointed that we (by whom I mean the public) was not made privy to where his final resting place will be. However, I am happy that his estate will be made into a museum. Can’t say I didn’t see that coming.
Prince, by all accounts, was a loving and caring man, a generous man, obviously a straight up genius and, something you won’t hear much about – appeared to be an introvert despite his flashy stage persona. Sure, you hear that he was purposely mysterious, declining to do interviews for much of his career, you never saw him doing the big Hollywood thing, and he was conspicuously absent from the tabloids. He pretty much stuck to home, tooling around his Minneapolis on sundry errands, but he mostly seemed to stick to his sprawling Paisley Park estate. No extrovert could stand to be that intensely private for long.
From the rare occasions when we did glimpse him not performing, he seemed reticent; slightly uncomfortable, self-composed. Quite introverted indeed. Perhaps even a little shy too. I’m very sad that corporeally he is gone, but like all the brilliant and famous among us, he will live on forever through his work. Apparently the work we do know only scratches the surface. Reportedly Prince has a vault of work that, according to a close source, “would take a decade to listen to.” In the end, Prince died as he lived, on his own terms. In a world dominated by extroverted norms, that’s a hell of a life. Rest in peace, and goodnight sweet Prince.