http://observer.guardian....69,00.html

Don't know if this has been posted but it's a really nicely written piece.

GoldenGlove said:

You and your "Fury Fetish"

superspaceboy said:

ahhhh i love it when he's bein a bitch!

A decade later when I met him again in a hotel suite in London, it was more Mona Lisa than Cheshire Cat - coolly supercilious, ultimately indecipherable. Then, he took me to task for things other people had told me about him, hooting uproariously at the notion that any of them was in a position to talk about him. The fact that one, engineer Susan Rogers, had sat by his side on hundreds of occasions at his Paisley Park studio carried little weight with him.

'You think Susan Rogers knows me?' he asked. 'You think she knows anything about my music? Susan Rogers, for the record, doesn't know anything about my music. Not one thing. The only person who knows anything about my music [pause for very pointed effect] ... is me.'

I see, I said.

As the conversation continued, Prince became progressively tetchier. 'All these non-singing, non-dancing, wish-I-had-me-some-clothes fools who tell me my albums suck,' he jeered. 'Why should I pay any attention to them?'

Right, I said.

the bold part made me laugh out LOUD!

http://www.prince.org/msg/7/178234