Prince -- so extraordinarily talented, so unique, so paisley and purple and sexual without pretext -- has moved on to a different plane today. It seems inconceivable that he should die; he seemed ageless somehow. His music was very much a part of the soundtrack of high school and college, and with his passing, another piece of my youth has gone.
Godspeed, Prince. And, because it is a classic: Purple Rain.
NinjaHead resides with a muffin-baking woman known herein as Herself. Herself has a Beloved Husband, with whom she shares three nearly-grown Offspring. When she is not writing Things, Herself nurtures a visceral fondness for small furry creatures. The household menagerie, which has varied in size and composition over the years, presently contains a minuscule middle aged chihuahua and a most mild-mannered senior chihuahua. Someday, there will be more critters, for she loves them tremendously.