Oh my dear Prince. I would have loved to see you perform your minimalistic versions of your greatest hits (“more than Madonna has children”). Unfortunately, there were the Paris attacks, and you’ve decided to start your tour in Australia. Because you were afraid to die in the arms of Islamic State.
My sweet Prince, I always thought you had a clean life, no drugs, no alcohol, good food and all. Now I understand. You were a pain patient taking opioids, probably just trying to be as strong and healthy as possible. Just move on with life. That is what I always liked about you.
Are we gonna let the elevator
Bring us down
Oh, no let’s go!
Now I get the picture. But there are still many open questions. Where did you get the Fentanyl? A doctor? A street dealer? And most of all: why? You can get prescription drugs, painkillers, which are safe to use. My guess is that you didn’t know what was in those pills, and before you knew it was too late. It is just so sad that it happened the day before you were going to meet Dr Howard Kornfeld, specialized in opioid addiction. The Narcan shot – save shot – and the plane landing were serious signs of trouble.
You have always been an example to me. You brought life to my life. The eternal ups & downs, life, you knew about them, and you perfectly knew how to lift the spirits, reminding us that life is short and difficult and that we better make the best out of it while we’re still here.
You were on heavy drugs, while also living a super healthy lifestyle, food wise, sports wise. Holding an I don’t know many kilograms guitar and still doing the dance moves while being over fifty… Wow. If only I had known… If the audience had known… The doctor just came too late, you were looking for help, but then you had that fatal overdose.
Oh my dear Prince, I feel for you. Your suffering must have been hell. Every time I saw you in concert, I cried, and then – through your music and your messages – I was filled with joy, and lust for life. I’ll try to hold on to this feeling: the lust for life.
Your music will never die.
We love you, respect you, and if only we had known… we would have protected you.
Great videos below.
My Prince concerts:
10/7/2010: Werchter, Belgium
8/11/2010: Sportpaleis Antwerpen, Belgium
18/11/2010: GelroDome, Arnhem, Netherlands
6/7/2011: Sint-Pietersplein, Gent, Belgium
10/7/2011: North Sea Jazz, Rotterdam, Netherlands (3rd row when he was performing The Beautiful Ones)
The first time ever I got so close to the stage … He was dressed in red, and it struck me how petite he was. Not much taller than myself, and so fit. I know it takes a lot of work to look that good for someone in their fifties. The older you get, the fewer calories your body needs, so you have to be very selective in what you eat. A very attractive “quincado” (definition here, in French: Les Quinquados).
The concert was different from his usual big shows, with his typical greatest hits-medleys. Much more intimate, more authentic, I’d say. One of the best I’ve seen.
Full concert here: North Sea Jazz 2011
13/7/2011 Rockhall, Esch-sur-Alzette, Luxemburg (the only Prince show where I was disappointed. The musicians seemed to be low on energy, and the concert hall was filled with bankers. Not a funky crowd.)
27/5/2014: Sportpaleis Antwerpen, Belgium
30/5/2014: Botanique (front row), a concert for only 400 people, Brussels, Belgium
A beautiful memory, that I share with a couple of friends. There were rumors the night before that Prince was going to play at Botanique, so I walked up there, and met a friend who was also hoping to see Prince 🙂 The next day, it was concert day. My friend Ann came from Antwerp, we were so thrilled, so excited, we were going to be part of this unique experience! Botanique is a beautiful concert venue, with 3 concert halls. My favourite one is “La Rotonde”, Prince played at “L’Orangerie”. And it was smashing! When he played “The Beautiful Ones” at his piano, I was so close that I could almost touch him. I got goose bumps, such a magical song, what a voice range.
7/6/2014: Wiener Stadhalle, Vienna (front row), on his birthday.
It was a sheer coincidence that I saw Prince here, I had booked a trip to Vienna without knowing he was performing there during my stay. Of course, a few days before I left, I found out, booked a ticket (it wasn’t even sold out!), and upon my arrival, I dropped off my stuff at my hostel, jumped on the bike to get at the Stadhalle real early. There were already 88 people waiting, so they stamp your hand to guarantee fair play. I found a guy with good legs and running shoes, we chatted away about Prince and his music, and when the doors opened, he ran, made it to the front row and kept me a spot, as I had asked.
All these people you meet, fans who come from different countries to see the gig, the laid back atmosphere, the nice chats, … All part of the experience.
It still is strange, and not only for me, that we are never going to be able to see him perform anymore. As said, he was an example for me, a sort of therapy if you like, an artist who knew how to pull people through rough times. His shows were not only funky, they were philosophical as well. He knew very well that “we must bring our own light to the darkness”, that nobody else is going to do it for us. His message was: life is short, live a little before you die. Always positive, even if life is a b*tch. He has had his share as well. He was called “Princess” in high school, was bullied, because he was short and because he was gifted. High school kids don’t like people who stick out. His son Amiir died when he was only a few months old, his marriage with the beautiful Mayté Garcia didn’t survive. They were magic together, both on and off stage.
Here is the song “Peach” for you, Prince performing, Mayté dancing. The energy just splashes off the screen. Wow.
What is left, is his music. A majestic legacy, as impressive as what Mozart has created in his life. I put them on the same level; even if the music is very different, the quality is the same. And I am thankful for what he has created.
Crazy that the day after I saw Prince, I saw Mozart’s masterpiece from the second row. Yes, rows are important, especially when it comes to dance & music. Two magic flutes in one weekend, OMG, was I a lucky girl.
A few more songs:
This was weird: one of the group members, 3rd Eye Girl, liked my post. Or was is Prince himself? He was quite active on social media, loved his computer.
Feeling better, y’all? I am.
Funk therapy. Highly recommended.