A Funny Day

After lengthy discussion with Ernie and obsessive googling of tour dates I finally ascertained that we saw Prince in 82 on the Controversy tour in Bloomington and the next year on the 1999 tour in Peoria. Why I felt so obligated to search through my memory and pages and pages of tour dates I do not know. Some attempt at making a connection or placing it in my own history I suppose.

As much as I mourned Bowie, something about Prince being gone hits me harder. I think it's just because Bowie came before my love of music blossomed, while Prince was at the same time. And so, yet again, it's about youth and savoring memories and feeling connections. I think it was my beloved Kenny Draznik that said, "I was born nostalgic," and I was too, so this process of aging and looking back just washes over me enormously and occupies a lot of emotion. Not to be said I'm not looking forward too, as I most certainly am, and most of all, as I have learned, savoring the present, but these moments of memory....they hit hard.

Yesterday was a funny day.

Prince died. First asparagus of the season. It hailed, and Sue and Owen went out for tacos last night. 

Note that the sign says O en: