I’m not going to pretend I was a massive Prince fan. I liked most of his 80s output, but I don’t own all of his albums. I don’t have loads of his songs on my iTunes. In fact, there’s just one song of his in there: Money Don’t Matter 2 Night. Of course, I’m listening to it now. I really don’t know much of his material post Lovesexy (1988). But, with his death, confirmed a short time ago, I’m remembering the ways Prince affected my life.

I remember that road trip with my friend John. The night when we ended up in Flagstaff, Arizona. We sat in a local bar, enjoying some fine, cheap tap beer, when John put the aforementioned Prince tune on the jukebox. He said he thought it was one of Prince’s best songs. I agree.

I remember my art school pal Eric. He was a…