Like everyone else, the news of Prince's death took me by surprise. No one saw that coming. And as we all stood with our heads spinning, Spike Lee yelled "ACTION!" (that's a director pun) and organized an impromptu block party in Fort Greene to honor the funky one. The invite gave a time, a place and an instruction to wear purple. I arrived when the party was about to commence and watched the crowd grow slowly, all facing turntables in an open garage door beside Spike's 40 Acres and Mule Filmworks in Brooklyn . Anticipation grew as people arrived, soon we spilled onto the street, then across the street. At 8;15pm Spike ran through the crowd like a purple flash and pointed to the DJ. Prince's "Let's Go Crazy" suddenly exploded from the speakers and filled the hungry air. The crowd lost it. Spike was air guitaring like a kid in his bedroom and people screamed every word to every song that followed. I shot like mad and at one point turned around to see the crowd stretching down the street. It was incredible. At one point I looked up and saw Spike sat on a stoop looking down at all the action, definitely feeling like he'd paid the perfect respect to his good friend, The Purple One.