JBean,
I loved him so much... God, I can't explain. I think alot of it had to do with that I lived in a very emotionally repressive house where no love or passion was shown. He was so passionate... he could scream out his anger, lust, anything he felt... and damn I loved him! I thought he was a hottie. Purple Rain was my favorite... how I hated Appalonia (it made me sick to see him kiss her). I loved his raw sexuality and sensuousness. I love his older stuff.... to be honest, alot of the newer stuff sounds like crap. Some of my favorites were Kiss, The Beautiful Ones (I loved the ending!), When Doves Cry, If I was Your Girlfriend, Adore, Gett Off... those were some goodies.
For those of you who didnt click the link posted in an earlier thread, here is a sample of what it said:
......he'd return to his love of God and hatred
of the record industry: "Twenty-first-century women do not want to live by a role.
They want to say to men, 'Let's switch our roles.' But things don't work that way.
You have to know your role and make it work. It's the same thing with the music
industry. You have to find the good roles that work and go with them."
"It's funny," City Pages' Maerz says. "We ended up talking about all of the things
we were warned he didn't want to talk about."
Erin Anderson, a Prince fan since hearing the CD, was intrigued by Prince's
newfound faith and puzzled by his gender-related comments. This was, after all,
the man who penned "If I Was Your Girlfriend." So after the press conference,
while Prince was shaking hands with reporters as they left, she hung back. Last in
line, she asked if they could sit down sometime and discuss religion. They talked
for the next 30 minutes.
"Little did I know that the conversation would be a nightmare," she says, allowing
only that the exchange, which took place off the record, revolved around gender.
"I was still sort of expecting something really different to come out of his mouth. I
was thinking, 'I'm going to hear some really great and really unusual things. And
it's going to make me feel better about what he was saying in the press
conference.' That didn't happen. I felt like I was being interrogated. At times he
was listening to me, but for the most part I felt like he wanted to hear himself
speak."
Since the press conference, Anderson has seriously considered taking her Prince CDs to
the trash bin. "I haven't really been able to listen to his stuff," she laments. "It's like
watching a train wreck. He's working himself into eventual obscurity."
Maerz used her disillusionment to fuel a column. "How can someone who so
revolutionized gender roles in the early Eighties with his androgynous style and
ambiguous sexual orientation suddenly insist that we should all adhere to
'traditional' values?" she wrote in the June 13 issue of City Pages.
The artist was not amused. The day after Maerz's piece was published, Stephanie
Elmer called to inform her that Prince had requested an audience. Maerz, who
didn't receive the message until evening, wondered if they could schedule
something the next day. No way. Tonight it would have to be, 9:00 p.m. sharp.
Unable to pass up a rare opportunity for a one-on-one interview, Maerz agreed.
At Paisley Park she was escorted to a small conference room, where she had to
wait only a few minutes. Prince arrived, they exchanged niceties, then sat side by
side on a couch. When she began to write in her notebook, Maerz says, Prince
informed her that their discussion would be off the record. No tape recorder. No
notes. She went along with Prince's demand. The 30-minute conversation, she
reports, went from friendly to confrontational, then ended abruptly. "It became
clear to me that the only reason he invited me out there was so he could have the
last word," she observes in retrospect. "It was a total power trip."
That is so depressing..... I thought he was so talented. I can't believe he's gotten so bad, if this story is accurate. All I can say is..... Wow! [8>]