I was at the bar tonight and Purple Rain came on. I was shocked because it was a hole in the wall joint with mostly trashy women and the kind of men who appeared as if they just got back from hunting trips and hadn't bothered to change clothes, yet as the music was playing, people were signing along to it, and it was obvious that the song wasn't just being ignored. I mean, you expect this from "Friends In Low Places" by Garth Brookes, or "Paradise by The Dashboard Lights" by Meatloaf, but I never expected Purple Rain to be THAT recognizable and likeable to this type of crowd this many years after its release.

Maybe it was the beer in me, maybe it was the fact that I was with good friends, but it brought back so many good memeories. I remember the excitement--the absolute excitement--it brought me when I heard that album for the first time, when I discovered what music SHOULD sound like, when I KNEW I would be a Prince fan for the rest of my life. COincidentally, it was the year I learned my penis could do more than pee.

Thank you Prince.

Christopher said:

That tie doesn't fit you!!!

Cheek said:

i think you are just jealous of my tie

Christopher said:

I'm jealous of your white sox!!!

Cheek said:

White socks is a no-go, my friend

Krid said: