Prince was a common thread in my life ever since I saw the When Doves cry video on TV in 1984. Prince taught lyrics, and funk, and rock, and jazz. Prince was my first real concert and many a night spent in front of the ‘Ben Noz’ ticketshop. Prince fans taught me about bootlegs that I would subsequently chase and collect and share for years. Prince taught me about poetry and women, and sex … but Prince’s work also guided me through long and lonely nights when I needed to feel the ground beneath my feet.
I was lucky to be alive when Prince was here and making music.