Prince is dead.
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Dearly beloved:
We are gathered here today to get through this thing called “life.” Electric word, “life.” It means forever and that’s a mighty long time… but I’m here to tell you there’s something else… the afterworld. A world of never ending happiness. You can always see the sun, day …or night.
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Prince was born June 7, 1958 at 6:17 PM in Minneapolis, MN. Being a Gemini with Moon in Pisces, you’d expect him to be as unusual as his Sun and Moon combination… and he was. With Mars in Aries and Venus in Taurus, you’d expect his sex drive to be a huge part of him… and it was. But he was also profoundly spiritual, weaving prayer into the funk with many of his songs. And —
Who am I kidding here? Forget the astrology for a moment. Someone as undeniably alive as Prince was has no business being dead. But he is, and there you have it. Sure, Saturn was transiting opposite his Sun, and the classic sources tell us that the Life Force can become suppressed during that transit. And forget that he had recently been hospitalized with the flu.
Maybe I’ll be objective enough to dissect the astrology later, but not tonight.
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Right about now, Prince has been handed his harp in heaven and has probably, against all odds, taught it to play that crazy descending riff from the opening of When Doves Cry. If you hear thunder tonight, stay calm. It’s likely just The Choir Celestial jumping up and down to the beat of 1999. If you see lightning, it’s probably just the angels slowly waving their cigarette lighters back and forth in time to Purple Rain.
Yes, that’s right. Angels carry lighters when they know they’re going to a Prince concert.
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Back in the 80’s — when I was as young and alive as I’ll ever be, and most of pop music was awash in synthetic drums and hairspray, Prince was making guitars shout like newborns embracing Life Itself for the first time. When Michael Jackson was producing friendly and accessible dance beats, Prince was coming up with beats fully appropriate for either dancing or… other rhythmic pelvic activities. So, yeah. Analysis later. For now: turn the volume up and dance. Let’s go crazy. Let’s get nuts. Let’s look for the Purple Banana ’til they put us in the truck.
Oh, no… let’s go!
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