Prince was a common thread in my life ever since I saw the When Doves cry video on TV in 1984.
Prince taught me about 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.