It’s been a week since Prince died, and in the past few days I’ve been thinking a lot about artistry. There are people who are musicians, people who write, those who paint, but an artist, a true artist, is really something different. I think this is one reason I’m one of the many people who have
I’ve been oddly sad about the passing of David Bowie. I say that because while I liked his music, I wasn’t one to rush out and buy it or even obsess over it. And yet, I’ve been utterly gutted by his passing.