Strange dude, but he was… Prince.
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Unfinished poem (#nationalpoetryday): ‘Prince.’
I got the first verse out right away, and then the inspiration just sort of stopped. Maybe it was the choice of song for filking. Still, dammit, “Ziggy Stardust” just worked. Anyway:
Prince, he played guitar
Jamming tight, yet willy-nilly
In the clubs and the bars;
He played to command
Knew he was the star
Became the Symbol Man
And we were Prince’s fans…
This year. This goram year.
Damn, forgot a deadline.
And then I got distracted by this. First verse was easy. The following ones will be harder.
Prince, he played guitar
Jamming tight, yet willy-nilly
In the clubs and the bars;
He played to command,
Knew he was the star –
Became the Symbol Man
And we were Prince’s fans.
‘Darling Nikki.’
Do you know, I actually asked myself whether I was going to run my favorite Prince song, simply because it’s raunchy. I am disappointed in myself, a little.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=leRTkTBbcac
Enjoy it while it lasts on YouTube. Although the above is the version from the movie, so maybe it’ll last for a while before the takedown.
Tweet of the Day, It’s Always The Quiet Ones edition.
Sometimes I’m reminded how many of these folks in office are my age. Well. The ones who I largely like, anyway.
Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today. To get through this thing called life… pic.twitter.com/cwmZrN3C9N
— Scott Walker (@ScottWalker) April 21, 2016
RIP, Prince.
Dude could play guitar. I mean, the dude could REALLY play guitar. I am very sorry to hear of his passing; my prayers for his family and his loved ones.
“Raspberry Beret.”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wlhlyT4i7-g
You know, I had forgotten just how hysterical the VH-1 Pop-up videos were.
I *think* that I like this.
It’s a neat concept, and he does it well – but he’s trying to stuff six pounds into a five pound bag. Then again, Prince