I don’t even know where to begin. I am in shock and I am saddened to hear about the death of Prince.  It doesn’t feel right saying it nor does it feel right to speak it.  2016 has not been a good year thus far for music. We have already lost so many great and inspiring artists, ICONS. A lot of people say that today is like learning about Michael’s death all over again. I disagree. I always knew Michael would not live to be old so although sad, I wasn’t surprised by it. But Prince…. Prince’s death has blindsided me, along with the rest of the world.  I was just telling a co- worker last week how I really hoped that Prince would stop by Philly for his pop up one man show. Not to be. I was excited to learn that he would be writing his memoirs, due to come out next year. Not to be. There’s not a single male R&B or Pop artist out today who is not either channeling Michael or Prince and these are facts. I can not listen to his music right now. Not now. I can’t handle the news coverage.  When I was a kid, my mom used to play the Purple Rain soundtrack and the “The Beautiful Ones” always stopped me in my tracks. It is my favorite song of his. The way he starts of so soft and vulnerable and by the end screaming and pleading, and that guitar? It stirs so many emotions.  Feminine, yet very much a man, a freak yet sensitive, Rock yet R&B. A musical genius who could play multiple instruments. An artist ALWAYS true to himself and his craft. That is Prince.  To all of the people who were lucky enough to see him perform last week, who didn’t know they were witnessing history, I hope they know what a gift he gave.  To say he will be missed is an understatement. His influence, undeniable.  He has left us so much and even though he’s gone we will still be discovering even more of his genius for many years to come.