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Thursday, April 21, 2016
Today, the sheriff's department in Hennepin County, Minnesota went out to Prince's estate to find him in cardiac arrest in an elevator. Although CPR was performed, he was later pronounced dead. Within the past week his private plane had made an emergency stop in Illinois so that he could go to a hospital with a severe case of the flu. Some news outlets have been reporting that he had a prior medical history of epilepsy. His real name was Prince Rogers Nelson and those who have met him or worked with him have said he was a true musical prodigy, He worked in the music business successfully for over 35 years. He was 57 at the time of his passing.
He is probably best known for the songs "1999", "When Doves Fly", "Lets Go Crazy" "Kiss" , and of course, "Little Red Corvette". He not only performed, but wrote hits for Sheila E, Sheena Easton, and the Bangles.
"Six o'clock already and I was just in the middle of a dream"
"I was kissing Valentino in a crystal blue Italian stream"
(From Manic Monday) This is vintage Prince.
One of my personal favorites is a song Prince wrote that was specifically written for and recorded by Celine Dion.
He is also known for the the aid he gave to other musicians in terms of assisting them in the music business.
I remember well that the year in which Daniel was born saw the birth of Prince's only child. The child had significant birth defects and Prince and his wife did everything they could for him. I believe the boy spent most of his life in the hospital until he died. The following year, the two were divorced.
Prince impacted several generations with his music. It's hard to believe that both he and Michael Jackson are now gone. Prince released two albums last year and had worked up to a week or so ago.
Prince was known for being intensely private. He was also a Jehovah's Witness and did go door to door on occasion. The band in Heaven just gets better and better.
I send my condolences to his family, his friends, and the remaining members of his band.
Wednesday, April 6, 2016
Last night I had the most strange dream. The family and I were traveling out of state to meet someone who was providing both a reference and a great opportunity for a job for our eldest son. The family was happy to travel there with him so that he could be alert and well rested for the appointment. As he often is in my dreams, Daniel was with us. We arrived in Elmira, New York and attended an afternoon party at the home of the man who was providing our son with a reference. He had a large home which had everything from a bar inside to an English garden outside. The party spilled throughout the house and through the gardens. The gathering was very nice and we all had a nice time. We realized, as we took quite a time to gather our large family, that no one had seen Daniel since the beginning of the party. The rest of the dream was spent with the family wandering through different businesses in Elmira looking for Daniel. He had visited several shops and had apparently left the party to explore. He had no cell phone. Of course, in real life, Daniel has been gone for seven years. In real life, Daniel would not leave somewhere without someone knowing where he is and how to reach him. He would also have borrowed a cell phone in order to stay in touch. In the dream, I was truly worried and afraid because although he would be nineteen now, in the dream, he was twelve and a half.
I awoke in a sea of perspiration, with the instant knowledge that I not only would not be retrieving him from Elmira, New York, but that he had been gone from Earth for seven years already. I have no idea why the dream was set in Elmira. I haven't driven through there since 1983 when I used to drive the rural routes from our home in rural New Jersey to Montreal. In a sense, I suppose I lost Daniel during the journey that is life. Perhaps the dream is simply my own restatement of this.