I never met the man. I never had the good fortune to attend a concert. I never sent a gushing fan letter. He never heard a peep from me. And yet…I can’t count how many Prince stories I hold in my memory. So many moments influenced by his songs, his images. He will never know how deeply his life’s work became the soundtrack for my days and my nights. And I know I’m not alone.
Mine is a similar story. I never met him or attended one of his concerts. Nonetheless he provided a big part of the soundtrack to my life. I never imagined I would miss him as much as I do, now that he’s gone. Much too soon to lose him, yet he lives on with all he has left behind.
I never met the man. I never had the good fortune to attend a concert. I never sent a gushing fan letter. He never heard a peep from me. And yet…I can’t count how many Prince stories I hold in my memory. So many moments influenced by his songs, his images. He will never know how deeply his life’s work became the soundtrack for my days and my nights. And I know I’m not alone.
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Mine is a similar story. I never met him or attended one of his concerts. Nonetheless he provided a big part of the soundtrack to my life. I never imagined I would miss him as much as I do, now that he’s gone. Much too soon to lose him, yet he lives on with all he has left behind.
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