Notes by Nectar

Your destiny lies in your own hands

Sometimes it snows in April

on April 23, 2016

Years ago, my mum told me that she’ll always remember when she’d heard the news that Elvis had died – where she was, what she was wearing, etc. And my thoughts were: ‘Weirdo’.

But now I know what she meant.

On Thursday night I was at the Capital Club party when someone mentioned that Prince had died. ‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ I said. ‘No, really,’ he replied. And he showed me a headline on the Huffington Post website. What?? I didn’t react for about ten minutes. I carried on with my conversation, but my mind kept flicking back to the headline. I checked my phone and saw several WhatsApp messages from friends, telling me that I was the first person they thought of when they heard ‘the news’. Shit, this was real.

My mum’s message said: ‘I’m so sorry. I was hoping it was a hoax.’

And that made me want to both laugh and cry at the same time. Every few months, our family chat group on WhatsApp will get a message from my mum saying: ‘Adam Sandler has died!’ or ‘Rowan Atkinson has died!’

  • Us: No, Mum, it’s a hoax.
  • Mum: But it’s on Facebook!
  • Us: Mum, it’s a hoax. Is it on the news?
  • Mum: No.
  • Us: Then it’s a hoax.
  • Mum: Why would anyone do that??

Sadly, this time it wasn’t a hoax. I considered going home as I was no longer in the mood to be out, but my friends pointed out that all I’d be doing at home was watching the news and crying. So I stayed out, and I’m glad I did. I wondered whether my friends thought I was mad for mourning the loss of someone I never even knew. They assured me that that wasn’t the reason they think I’m mad.

I discovered Prince in 1989. Obviously I’d heard of him and knew some of his songs, but I really discovered him in 1989 and realised then that the man was a genius. I had every album. I subscribed to Controversy – the fanzine about all things Prince. I had books, posters, sheet music, T-shirts, CDs, vinyls, videos (yes, videos). I saw him in concert nine times – the first time in 1990 and the last time in 2007 – and each time he was incredible. I loved him.

Just a few weeks ago I told myself that the next time he was in concert in Europe I would go, wherever it was.

And now he’s gone. He was right: ‘All good things, they say, never last.’

You can listen to the original version here.


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