I guess I was the only person who was with Prince throughout his entire professional career. All 40 years. That's because he couldn't fire me.
Others came and went and sometimes came back. I was there to chronicle nearly every purple step. Sort of an unauthorized biographer for the hometown newspaper.
Over the years, I've written countless words about him. In the past several days, I've written thousands more.
If I had to sum up Prince in one word, it would be "visionary."
He could see things that we couldn't. He envisioned a world in which black and white, straight and gay, Christian and Jew, freak and geek, all got along. He sang about it in his songs and demonstrated it with his various bands.
He was a visionary when it came to musical sound. To Prince, there were no rules, no boundaries, no genres. If he wanted to release a song without a bass line, he did — and "When Doves Cry" became the biggest single of his career. If he wanted to roll James Brown, Stevie Wonder, Sly Stone, Jimi Hendrix, Joni Mitchell, the Beatles and Santana into one album, it became a cool new genre. Call it "Prince."
He was a visionary when it came to the visual side of music. He designed his outfits, conceived his videos and planned his stage sets. It was all part of the package, all part of the plan that his creations should lead to one big party.
He was a visionary when it came to marketing. He envisioned a music industry in which artists, not record labels, reap the greater financial rewards. He wanted to market directly to fans so he set up a music club as one of the first Internet stores. He was always looking to blaze new marketing avenues, whether giving away a CD with your concert ticket or selling three albums in one package exclusively at Target.