CHANHASSEN, Minn. — Prince, one of the most inventive and influential musicians of modern times with hits including “Little Red Corvette,” ”Let’s Go Crazy” and “When Doves Cry,” was found dead at his home on Thursday in suburban Minneapolis. He was 57.
His publicist, Yvette Noel-Schure, told The Associated Press that the superstar “died at his home this morning at Paisley Park.” The local sheriff said deputies found Prince unresponsive in an elevator late Thursday morning after being summoned to his home, but that first responders couldn’t revive him.
I don’t follow popular music much but, since so many people are repeating their stories about Prince in reaction to his untimely death, I may as well repeat mine.
Actually, it’s my mom’s. A number of years ago, back when people actually met air travelers at the gate, my mom flew from St. Louis to Minneapolis to visit one of my siblings. When she got off the plane she was accompanied by a slight young man. My in-law, who does follow popular music, greeted my mom excitedly: “Do you know who that was?”, referring to the individual she got off the plane with. My mom replied, “Oh, yes. That was the young man in the seat next to me on the plane. We had a lovely conversation. So considerate and polite!”
“It was Prince!” exclaimed my in-law, explaining to my mom who he was since she’d never heard of him.
I wonder what they talked about. Probably not what they had in common which might have been interesting to both of them.
Great story!
Of course it would happen to your mother. I’m sure Prince enjoyed her company since she did not know who he was.