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.
