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When doves cry

The story was as shocking as the time we heard Michael Jackson had died. How could the world not have Michael Jackson in it? How could the world not have David Bowie, Robin Williams, Gilda Radner?

About lunch on Thursday, the news came over the wire: Prince was gone. No more details than that, not at the time.

Somebody we know walked into a movie theater in 1984 to see something called Purple Rain--actually he was dragged kicking and screaming. But when he walked out, he told everybody he had just watched the Next Big Thing, the next Elvis. And for a few years there, Prince of The Revolution and "Let's Go Crazy" and "Little Red Corvette" was the big thing.

His popularity would wane over the years, as talent would be replaced by flash and noise for the younger generation. But Prince would show up now and again, at a Super Bowl or a concert or a tribute to others. (Do yourself a favor, and youtube his performance at the tribute to George Harrison, and his lead on "While My Guitar Gently Weeps.")

Now he's gone. And for a few minutes Thursday afternoon, the world stopped. Stunned. Shocked, even.

The beautiful ones, they always hurt you. Always, everytime.

Editorial on 04/22/2016

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