Music Makes Me Cry

There. I said it. I don't watch the Brit awards on TV, not since that amazing one with thinger from Fleetwood Mac and Sam Fox. I mean, why not go out when it's the best it's ever going to be? Anyway, last year I had heard Prince was going to be playing a few songs so made the effort. At the end of my phone via text message was my friend Rob, likewise breaking the rule of watching the show just to catch the little purple one play live. Prince killed it. We were texting back and forth about how amazing he was. Kind of like we traditionally do with the first night of Big Brother. That's another story/post. I don't remember who had to play/sing after him but that had to be the worst job in the world right after great white shark teeth cleaner. I've loved Prince off and on since Jim leant me some tapes as a kid. Jim tended to do that a lot, open my eyes and ears to amazing music.

I can still watch this now and it raises the hair on my neck and brings a tear to the eye.