I insulted him to his face at a concert. Really small venue event for charity. You were never more than three people away from the stage. The show started two hours late and after standing outside in stilettos waiting to get in the venue, I was not in the mood. I was standing dead center in front of the stage, being…

MOTHER FUCKER I have held it together until now. Your post is simple yet profound and beautiful, and sums up what I loved so much about him. He made everything his. BRB gotta go cry all my mascara off.

I was privileged to have seen him live, at Coachella in 2008. He brought out The Time and Sheila E and I thought I had entered nirvana. Then he launched into Radiohead’s “Creep” and I just stood there, mouth wide open, doing that laugh/cry thing you get to do only a few times in your life. If the world had ended at…

You just made me start crying at my desk all over again.

NYE 1999 belonged to him.