Monday, March 14, 2011

prince was here

you can be the president
i’d rather be the pope

you can be the side effect
i’d rather be the dope


why don’t pop songs have lyrics like that anymore?

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prince was here a couple weeks ago, and left all this prince-dust floating around in his wake. i heard lots of gushing testimony about his shows (including a guest appearance by sheila e singing glamorous life?! wow). and then i was walking along broadway and this car drove up and stopped at the light, playing prince on the stereo oakland-style at high volume like a public service.

i wanna be your

the car drove off but this lady walking next to me took up right where he left off...

lover

was great. thanks, prince. thanks, prince fanáticas!

i grew up listening to prince, in part because my teenage cousin was super obsessed. i remember her car ceiling was full of tiny prince pins and her part of the bedroom wall she shared with her sister was full of half-naked prince pictures. at family weddings we would always bother the dj until he relented to play little red corvette. it was always the same. we would keep asking at regular intervals. he would finally play it, and the kids would run to take over the dance floor while the adults sat this one out waiting for the rancheras or whatever to resume.

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i could never take the place of your man : prince




i'm going leaving you with this, from his recent show at the oakland coliseum. can i just say this man is 52 years old?




thank you, amy :)

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