by Emma Bell
April is indeed the
cruellest month.
We have lost a genius today. Prince Rogers Nelson, one of the
most inventive and elegant musicians of the twentieth century, played an incalculable
role in the development of popular music.
He was a musician of
prodigious talent. A multi-instrumentalist who blended funk, pop, r and b into
an irresistible amalgam of joy that would make the dead get up and dance.
He also provided
social comment: harsh critiques on the America that bred discontent and
separation in his landmark album Sign of the Times.
I was lucky to see
him in his prime; the memory of this charismatic and rip roaring showman
holding the stage with flair and ease, teasing the crowd with glorious and
exhilarating renditions of his back catalogue, will stay with me forever.
He was the sound of
my teenage years, of my youth and my adulthood.
And now he's gone and
there will be no more more sly humour, barnstorming talent and life affirming
joy.
Dearly beloved, we are gathered together for this thing called life: and he led the band.
Tonight I feel sad -
and older. Thank you, Prince. Thank you for all that you did. How much more we
might have known I cannot quite bear to contemplate.
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