Prince has really only inspired me as a musician. He has had very little effect on the rest of my life, except for appreciation of his music and its inspirational quality.

mrdespues said:

... I know. It's not like you spend your free time on a website dedicated to him or anything.

I probably wouldn't have such a strong commitment to art and writing and creativity if I hadn't latched on to Prince as Patron Saint of All Things Creative when I was a young'un. When I was a kid, he represented to me everything that was possible if you let your imagination run your life, which i didn't think was such a bad way to go about things (and i still don't).

i think he was also one of my first role models in terms of learning how to be obtuse and a brat. this would be expanded upon and refined into my own signature style later in life.

Hmmm.

Good point.
Well, for starters, instead of finishing my enlistment in the military, I would have complained that I was a “slave” to uncle Sam, ignored the Uniform Code of Military Justice, and Air Force regulation 32-15 and grew long ass sideburns, and written “Slave” on my face. I would have also disobeyed any orders to shine my boots because they were made of leather and I would have insisted that the Base Exchange carry Canvas Boots and the Commissary boycott all their dairy suppliers.
Instead of going on to finish my Masters, I would have probably complained that all my professors were trying to teach me the will and truth of man, and not that of God. And that no female could ever get a masters degree without first having pussy control. My college career would have last probably one semester, if I didn’t’ get academically suspended.
As far as my sex life would have changed, all my girlfriends would have that Vanity, Kat, Carmen Electra semi-clown makeup drag queen look, and none of them would be able to produce real careers on their own so I would have to find a way to help support them, at least until they left me for more skanky boyfriends or to follow in the footsteps of Jesus. In other words, none of them would actually have pussy control themselves inspite of my admiration of such a trait, and the only woman I would know that actually had pussy control (Madonna), would not return my letters emploring her to help me join the crusaid against the big bad world and all its complicated contracts.


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In all seriousness, Prince helped me overcome severe depression. You Orgers who have met me would probably be surprised that I used to be an often miserable, stuck person who attempted to take my own life more than once. Prince's music was instrumental (ha ha!) in my overcoming a lot of bullshit in my life and learning how to be happy. Happiness is not your circumstances, it's a choice you make. It's in letting go. Prince has helped me to let go, to smile, to laugh, to sing weird shit at the top of my lungs, and dance, dance, dance.

He also made me feel sexy. His music and its amazing blend of sheer genius, heartbreaking vulnerability, absurd confidence and middle-finger-flying convention-breaking, speaks to the hot core of my being, puts me in touch with my deepest, most primal self. And you know what I found out? That self is dead sexy.

Thanks, Prince.

In all seriousness, Prince helped me overcome severe depression. You Orgers who have met me would probably be surprised that I used to be an often miserable, stuck person who attempted to take my own life more than once. Prince's music was instrumental (ha ha!) in my overcoming a lot of bullshit in my life and learning how to be happy. Happiness is not your circumstances, it's a choice you make. It's in letting go. Prince has helped me to let go, to smile, to laugh, to sing weird shit at the top of my lungs, and dance, dance, dance.

He also made me feel sexy. His music and its amazing blend of sheer genius, heartbreaking vulnerability, absurd confidence and middle-finger-flying convention-breaking, speaks to the hot core of my being, puts me in touch with my deepest, most primal self. And you know what I found out? That self is dead sexy.

Thanks, Prince.

Funkmistress, I'm very happy that you are still here with us. Knowing that you dealt with your depression in a healthy manner tells me that you are healed. It's all about love baby. Keep on singing and dancing. Who knows next time you hear someone else singing a Prince song at the top of their lungs, it may be me.

Now spank me.
Peace & love,
Miguel

...beautiful.

Mostly, I've learned that it's cool to be obssessively passionate about what you do

In all seriousness, Prince helped me overcome severe depression. You Orgers who have met me would probably be surprised that I used to be an often miserable, stuck person who attempted to take my own life more than once. Prince's music was instrumental (ha ha!) in my overcoming a lot of bullshit in my life and learning how to be happy. Happiness is not your circumstances, it's a choice you make. It's in letting go. Prince has helped me to let go, to smile, to laugh, to sing weird shit at the top of my lungs, and dance, dance, dance.

He also made me feel sexy. His music and its amazing blend of sheer genius, heartbreaking vulnerability, absurd confidence and middle-finger-flying convention-breaking, speaks to the hot core of my being, puts me in touch with my deepest, most primal self. And you know what I found out? That self is dead sexy.

Thanks, Prince.

One would never know..

Keep on dancing, keep on singing.. You are one hell of a woman.