Editor’s note: Today is the one-year anniversary of Prince’s death. Seems a fitting time to resurface the thoughts we had back then. We still miss him. 

We’ve lost Prince Rogers Nelson at 57. The legendary musician was found dead at his Paisley Park compound in Minnesota this morning, apparently after a battle with the flu.

Way too soon.

Every day with Prince was a gift. Every day without him will feel just a little less purple, a little less funky and most definitely more empty.

I was lucky enough to be a teenager in the ’80s, when music and fashion were experimental explosions of individuality and straight-up fun. I was into punk rock, ska, new wave and mod revival stuff like The Jam and Oingo Boingo. I doused my hair with gel and hair spray and even occasionally wore eyeliner when making my way to Disneyland to dance to Depeche Mode at Videopolis.

But for every “Town Called Malice” and “Dead Man’s Party,” Prince dropped masterpieces like “When Doves Cry” and “Little Red Corvette”. While I loved my music, I always knew Prince was one of the most talented musicians alive—or who ever lived. When Sinéad O’Connor belted out “Nothing Compares 2 U”,  a song Prince wrote, even the hardest punks felt a thing or two. I know I did.

His songs were sexy, emotional, produced to a T, and good Lord could he play guitar. He was a gift to music, fashion and humanity.

Every day with Prince was a gift. Every day without him will feel just a little less purple, a little less funky and most definitely more empty.

We leave you with a quote from the man himself:

“Every day I feel is a blessing from God.

And I consider it a new beginning.

Yeah, everything is beautiful.”

—Josh Fruhlinger

Read a few more touching, sometimes funny tributes from some of our writers below…


Questlove told me a story once about roller skating with Prince at 2 in the morning when no one else wanted to go with him.

Prince made everyone wait for three hours, including Eddie Murphy. Then he walked in with what looked like the glowing suitcase from Pulp Fiction.

Then he refused to open it until Quest put his phone in coat check. He made everyone at the rink wait.

Then he pulls out these insane roller skates from the briefcase. They were clear skates that lit up, and the wheels sent a multicolored spark trail into your path. Then Prince took off and everyone just watch him, so graceful on the floor. “He could skate like he could sing.”

That’s what Prince could do. Make everyone wait, hold everything up, disappear for years and then come out with something that could still blow our minds.

—Brendan Jay Sullivan


First, holy fuck.

Second, I can still vividly remember first hearing about Prince from one kid at my school (it was right around Purple Rain) and then seeing him: It was like I’d encountered an alien.

I later became a massive fan for a time but that shock of the other is what stayed with me: he was like a smaller, hornier Bowie, you know?

—Sean Cunningham


I got a speeding ticket on Sunset Boulevard in LA because Little Red Corvette came on my radio and I had to drive fast.

—Shawn Donnelly