They call Prince noise “music”…..that stuff that human animal ears indulge in to match the drugs of his, her choice to become aroused, not spiritually, intellectually, but animally……The supreme thrill of our American times for certain folk who have nothing better to absorb but the animal around them.
Prince apparently died the other night…..he over drugged on something, it seems. He was 57. Unlike so many competitors in his field, “Mr. Prince” apparently was a stand up guy, a decent human being although incredibly private. Good for him. That he was thrilled by conquering a musical instrument or two, had the great talent commensurate to the noises and ‘libretto’ of his day and was able to gyrate his body to fit mood and noise of himself and his followers, was widely admired apparently. The color purple popped up in countless places in and beyond provincial Minneapolis, where Mr. Prince chose his privacy, the area in which I have lived for nearly 82 years….the area in which he died.
Ludvig von Beethoven died at age 57 in 1827. Toward the end of his life he was hard of hearing, perennially cantankerous, lonely, but still brilliant as a composer at a time when beauty for the mind and soul, not noise and grunt, was cherished among peoples oriented European in the world……Yet, still created from his mind and soul, while being poisoned by the mud baths he sought for physical comfort and relief, he composed his final, the forever magnificent “Ninth Symphony”.
Have you ever caught your ear and mind on his Spring Sonata?
Herr Beethoven, when performing his magnificent compositions of true genius, never had to entice interest from his audiences by unclothing, grunting, gyrating, and enticing bodies.
At least “Mister” Prince was apparently a decent guy. He was raised a Minnesota boy by a loving father…..and I am rather proud of that fact being a Minnesotan.
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