Prince is dead.

Anyone who has been following me for a long time knows damn well that Prince was one of my favorite artists. I've covered about a dozen Prince songs in my life, and even flirted with the idea of doing a night of "Purple Rain" in its entirety with my friend Norman Kelsey. We never got around to it, and now I regret it.

The album I listened to most was "Graffiti Bridge." Yes, I know it wasn't his highest regarded work, but for years it was in rotation. There are lots of good tracks on there (not all of them performed by Prince), but "Joy In Repetition" really, really hit me in a sweet spot.

"Sexy Motherfucker" was another one of my favorites. So simple, it's amazing that no one had ever done it before, but that was a lot of Prince's genius: A couple of chords and a hook that grabbed you from the get-go. Hell, "When Doves Cry" is basically two chords.

But the most important song of Prince's in my life was "Kiss." I covered it frequently in my early solo shows, and when I got married, our "first dance" was to "Kiss." We practiced and practiced that dance over and over and over, and I never got tired of it.

"You don't have to be rich to be my girl. You don't have to be cool to rule my world. Ain't no particular size I'm more compatible with...I just want your extra time and you kiss."

Think I better dance now.

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