After the news broke on Thursday — Prince, somehow, had died — I called my dad.
For most of the 1980s, he worked for a concert promotor, and then again in the early 2000s, and trust me: He has seen, experienced and dealt with some truly insane stuff. Most of those stories, for a variety of reasons, are untellable in spots like this, and stratifying them is almost impossible. When you've got crazy, personal anecdotes about Frank Sinatra and Madonna and, like, Billy Joel, how do you pick your favorite?
The one that has always stuck with me the most, though, was pretty simple.