OK, he's proper dead and proper buried or cremated but I still can't get the music of Prince out of my head. How does that happen? I've never actually owned a Prince album or CD or anything, never really followed his career but now he's dead there's a strange persistence that's calling to me from his music. Maybe it's just the fear of missing out, irrational as that seems or just some modern way that we heathens need to spend some time processing the death of somebody we didn't quite appreciate enough in life. I also wish I'd bought a Hohner Telecaster copy back in the day, those guys must be priced way off the scale right now.
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