Yes indeed, despite all the tacky fashion kitsch and a multimillion-dollar publicity campaign spanning several decades, managers and producers of the pseudo-artist formerly billed as “Prince” failed to dictate who he really was. It's true, they did fooled some of the foolish people some of the time. But they couldn't fool all the smart people all of the time.

Let's set the record straight. By objective standards he was, at best, a mediocre guitarist who tried to gain legitimacy by mimicking the image of Jimi Hendrix, who was a true artistic genius. Although widely acknowledged as the greatest musician of the 20th century, Hendrix was mostly unknown to Prince’s adolescent fan base, Like most pop music fans they were only aware of whatever the record companies paid radio stations to play at any point in time.

While Prince built his career around the persona of Jimi Hendrix, he was very careful not to publicly acknowledge him as an influence because his fans might discover the fact that Prince was a cheap imitation by comparison. Purple Rain was another rip-off hint of Hendrix’s Purple Haze. Adopting Jimi’s hairstyle and apparel — but not his talent — Prince was a piece of merchandise packaged to appeal to the teenage demographic that was more impressed by glitzy glamour than virtuoso musicianship.

Based on his promotional literature he achieved stardom making a mockery of music by pretending to be a great artist. It would be a crime against humanity for Prince to be chronicled in the annals of art as a creative genius. His only outstanding accomplishment should be documented as a byproduct of successful advertising hype that decieved millions of gullible consumers. And so he rightfully deserves to be inducted into the Fall of Shame.