Tomorrow a titan of music...
…would have turned 67 years old. This man’s monikers are as varied as the paradigm-shattering hits he churned out for decades.
Also known as the Kid, Christopher Tracy and, The Artist Formerly Known as…
Prince’s mythology inspired a delirious fascination for his life. And recently, it looked like we were going to see the detonation of his curated image in The Book of Prince – a nine-hour Netflix series by Oscar winner Ezra Edelman.
“Everything you believe Prince was, is in this movie. You get to bathe in his genius… and confront his humanity.”
But the Estate didn’t love that last pesky bit so they cancelled the series.
Susan Rogers spent five sleepless years at Prince’s behest in the studio, crafting the electrifying aural experiences that became Purple Rain, Parade and more.
“If you want to know Prince – listen to his music,” she said.
Romantic? And God Created Woman. Religious? I Would Die 4 U. Narcissist? If I was your Girlfriend – where he wants to bathe and dress you, inflict pain and comfort you.
The late, great Greek soprano, Maria Callas, said,
“I’ve written my memoirs. They’re in the music I interpret.”
Should we just let dead artists be and rely on their art for insight? It might be more immune to fading recollections, conjecture and axes to grind.
Still, if Netflix reneges and releases The Book of Prince, I’ll be watching because nothing compares to stories about supernovas who left this world a better place.
© Phyllis Foundis 2025