I'll admit I'm a little bit obsessed with Prince, he's an enigma. The man is clearly a music legend, he's sold millions of records and has an army of adoring fans across the world. I play a lot of his records on my Absolute Radio show, and when I do I always sit back and imagine what it must be like to be Prince in real life.
It started with a bang. There was a week of buzz and press coverage that meant you couldn't be involved with live music in London in any capacity without being aware of The Purple One's imminent arrival. But when Prince's run of guerrilla gigs in the UK came to an end, there was barely a faint hollow of a whisper of press coverage.
Take a look at the UK album charts and it's there for all to see. Out of the top twenty albums, 14 of them are all male bands. Out of the six remaining acts three are solo female singers and the other three are male bands fronted by a female singer. So, here we are in 2014 and there is not one all-girl band in the top 20 album charts.
Like so many issues surrounding the apparently tough but actually very fragile male ego, talking about the problem is the most effective but least attractive option. "Oh high Dave, do you fancy a pint? I suffered a crushing blow to my ego last night and my world is collapsing and I really need a shoulder to cry on". No. Doesn't happen.
By the time I got home somebody on Facebook was expressing concern about the fact that Ding Dong the Witch is Dead had entered the i-Tunes chart. Lyricist Yip Harburg would be delighted. He was a staunch socialist targeted by the House of Un-American Activities Committee. He wouldn't have liked Thatcher any.