...Now, he would never admit this, so let me tell you what happened.

I am doing a complete remodel on my house. The head contractor is a big, beer drinkin', marked up, fighting, cursing, bad ass MFkr who, when it comes to music, thinks in terms of Ramble On, Hells Bells, and Master Of The Puppets. My wife wanted to him to paint a large bookshelf pink, and I kid you not, he told her that he wouldn't do it--that he doesn't buy or use pink paint. Our thong wearing, bikini breifed, open assed, high healed wearing P man does not even live in the same world as this guy.

Well, after he had been around for about a week, I felt comfortable enough to put Prince back on. Mind you, no "Apple Pie, Cherry Kisses," type jams. I had a mix tape with the Truth, Calhoun Sq,the Work, Everlasting Now, The Ride, Hide the Bone, et al.

Anyway, big contracter started funkin'out, he started working faster, and he was generally happy every time I played Prince. Then, one afternoon, it came to a head. He said, "Who is this?" I thought about lieng. But, instead I said, "This is Prince," and then I paused and said under my breath something about how long it had been since Purple Rain. He did not say a word. And then I swear he didn't say a word to me for two more days. He brought in his own radio and everyone had to listen to a San Diego retro metal station with lots of Black Sabbath. Paranoid...

On the Third Day, I noticed he didn't have his radio with him. I kindly offered him mine. He was sort of acting oddly, and then he asked what CD's I had...I thought of some things I had that he might like...Exile on Main Street, Santana, Hendrix...Maybe? But he just stood there, and then it finally came."Could you put on some of that Funky Stuff?"

I could have fucked with him and said, "Oh, Prince?" But, I didn't, I just said, "No Problem."

So we have been listening to that "Funky Stuff" every day. And although these days when Prince does his high pitched little yelps, I cringe just a little--its all good at my house. The work is getting done, the Funky Stuff is once again changing lives, and my wife even got her bookshelf painted--Pink.

That's one of the best posts i've ever read.

brilliant!

Could you put on some of that funky stuff?

ROTFLMFAO!

I love this

That's cool! Keep us updated!

The Lord works in mysterious ways...

Amen! sounds cool.

creamychemist said:

oh come on

IceBlink9 said:

It happens, it happens all the time.


How cool.

Toche', my friend, Toche'!!

FISH

funkyfish said:

it's "touche"