Years ago, after enjoying a late-night punk rock show in the city, I caught a train back to my home in Brooklyn. Even though the car was unexpectedly crowded, the vibe was chill and laid-back. That changed when a heavy-set, clearly intoxicated older man boarded. He took a seat in the corner and began rhythmically banging against the train wall.

Before long, it became clear he was mimicking a familiar drum beat. Suddenly, he burst into his own rendition of Prince’s “When Doves Cry.” The entire car erupted into laughter—not out of mockery, but pure joy. He wasn't a good singer, but he performed as if his life depended on it. Soon, we were all clapping and singing along. It was one of those shared, amazing moments that only happens in New York City, which is why it is the greatest place on earth.

I talk about Prince because before his passing, he reportedly left behind an estimated 8,000 unreleased tracks in his vault. To a talented producer, that vault is a dream—a blank canvas waiting to be molded. I estimate there are at least another 30 amazing albums hidden in those recordings. One track was just released last week, and it was truly fresh and beautiful. I can’t wait to see what comes next.

“I Rock, therefore I am.” - Prince