Last year, JB called me in the middle of the night and told me to wake the fuck up and get across town. He had snuck in to a late night sound check that Prince was doing pre-gig the next day. I didn't go. I had a big meeting at work the next morning. Its one of my biggest regrets and I think about it a lot. And now... now I will never see he - one of the greatest artists to have walked on this earth, play. Let his death be a lesson to me to always say YES. Because if we don't say yes to all these little adventures, we are not living. We are not loving.
When considering what to write about Prince's death I saw that Frank Ocean had expressed my sentiments so perfectly, so I will leave you with this..