He always projected an eerily otherworldly aura even when
you saw him in the flesh, and his music reflected that. Even when you felt that
you knew him--as people often do when they are fans of a particular artist—you
didn’t. Like any genius, he was a man out of time and space who did not move
with the rest of the world but instead created his own. This much was recognizable
instantly.
Sunday, April 24, 2016
Goodnight Sweet Prince
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