Prince And Me o+>

 So this is another one of those stream of consciousness blog posts... I just feel like before I start talking about our world... I should figure myself out...

Sooo Prince and Me, well that a special relationship that we have had going for over ten years now, My first memories of Prince is watching "Purple Rain" the movie for the first time. His image was remarkable, the way that he carried himself and the way he sought to present his creative ideas drove me crazy. Stemming from this interaction me and my mother (who is die heart fan) began explore the love of his music. I feel like my mother was always surprised by my taste in music:

... You know

                 "Isn’t it strange that this ten (maybe 12) year old has a love for music I luved in my 20s"

                                                                                                                Let’s just say my mom discovered that I had an old soul... 

We listened to the whole album of "Purple Rain" and from then on anytime I heard anything that even reminded me of Prince I would immediately ask my mom if it was Prince... This went on for several years til my taste and hunger for music changed (or should I say increased... IDK). At this point I was a teenager and I had my own computer with complete access to... you know it... Kaza!!! I would be sitting in front of that computer for hours upon hours downloading music (surprisingly I download very little porn... I guess music has always been first). I had amassed an intricate collection of Prince Albums, covers he had done, unreleased singles, and all the jam session he had done stretching back to when he was jamming as a symbol and when the revolution was always his accompaniments on stage and paper. I used his songs to chill and with an always couple of placements of his songs in email flirted my ass off with the first girl I ever loved... haha... shout out to Ohio... But all good things must come to an end and like most computers of that time this computer crashed and I lost gigs of data... and had to start from scratch... 

This promoted a crazy new obsession of mine ( With the help of my 1/2 ) to get, have, own and cherish physical media... I wanted vinyl... diamonds might be a girl’s best friend, but you can’t lay then under a needle and jamm to for hours... ya feel me...

                          ..... The first one o found was on eBay. It was a first edition (I think or at least from the 80s) Purple Rain Album that was in perfect condition with all of the original covers and poster... the person didnt know what they had and I scooped it up mad cheap... This was my gold mine and it was my first record. 

Anyway history aside... I’m still in luv with this man as a whole... he walks around in tight, pants, crazy hair, high heels, but in a seeming contradiction gets all the women he has ever wanted... he make music that is raw and hasn’t lost any passion or rage in the transitions from thought to notes... IDK what else to say he is legendary... and clever... smart...

              ... Just look up why he changed his name to the "Symbol" ... he said a big fuck you to the industry...

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