I have never met him but would love to one day

Yep. 2007. London. After an indigo2 aftershow. I was just in the right place at the right time. I've posted the whole story a few times on here, you could probably search for it.

Militant said:

Yep. 2007. London. After an indigo2 aftershow. I was just in the right place at the right time. I've posted the whole story a few times on here, you could probably search for it.

thanks-will find and read. I'm new to this site how did you get level: Moderator status?

m33kn3ss said:

Militant said:

Yep. 2007. London. After an indigo2 aftershow. I was just in the right place at the right time. I've posted the whole story a few times on here, you could probably search for it.

I'm new to this site how did you get level: Moderator status?

Prince gave him, when he met him in London.

GetOfFunk said:

m33kn3ss said:

I'm new to this site how did you get level: Moderator status?

Prince gave him, when he met him in London.

GetOfFunk said:

m33kn3ss said:

I'm new to this site how did you get level: Moderator status?

Prince gave him, when he met him in London.

here's my true story,

told a few times already:


My short meeting with Prince:

after the aftershow at Vega Copenhagen 2002.... (yes I was there and it was excellent..!), Me and some friends went outside a few minutes after the show ended (maybe half an hour?). We turned around a corner and a big white limousine was just passing us, I have never seen such a big car like that in Denmark, it was huuuge. and, in it was Prince himself in the backseat: he made the limo stop and rolled down the window, then he looked at us, and asked in his deep voice: "Was it too loud"??


We were all amazed, and stumbled (is that the right word?).. anyway we mumbled or shouted back something like: "No No No... it was great". Prince must have been satisfied with the answer, cuz he rolled up his window and the limo droved away out into the night of Copenhagen. He was gone... It all happened really quickly, I guess it all took about 10, maybe 20 seconds, a really nice experience, we laughed and had a great time, talking about this little "happening".. sorry for my bad english....


ps. I have told this little story a few times already on housequake.com - and here on the Org already, too. Memories....

I'll never get tired of hearing that story, thedance. Too cool.

Also interesting: you guys might've saved somebody's job, there.

^ nice words from u...... thank u...

Setting: During the ONA tour, I believe in Cleveland, at the soundcheck. He calls up my row to come sing back up (mind you, there is a max of 50 people in the room). I was at the end of the row and end up standing beside him as we sing back-up to the Last December.

When we finish, he asks me to make sure that people see the step down off the stage. I say "sure" and then proceed to ask him something about the NBA and the Minnesota Timberwolves (knowing that he's an NBA fan). He said something pretty specific about their roster (Terrell Brandon or Kevin Garnett related) and that was it.

Pretty cool interaction..

We just need other peoples stories. You know who you are! I wont tell your stories for you!

2013MW said:

I Met Prince one time In 1994 at Tower Records he was Autographing 1800NewFunk Album and to be Honest It was A Bad Experience for Me because he was very Nasty

What did he do?

I put this up before as well.

It wasn't me, but a good buddy lived in Minneapolis in the early 80's.

he was riding the bus one day downtown and at one stop P and 2 other people got on the bus (he isnt a big fan so he didnt recognize the other 2, one was a chick) and went down the aisle asking everyone on the bus "Do you know Prince?"

My buddy asked "Prince who?" and got a reprimand from the Purple Yoda himself.

I love this story because it shows him early on as a great self-promoter.

He should do it agin for old times sake.

2012 Atlanta Marriott Marquis: November:

I wasn't even supposed to be there. I had just dropped my wife off at the Fox to see Heart, and had taken one of those damn one way streets which was leading me too far away. I pulled in to the Marriot to turn around when I saw this guy with body guards around him entering the Marriott. On first glance, I thought, was it Prince? Then I thought, naw. How could it be? But being a big fan, I had to check it out.

If it had been the president of the U.S., or if it had been George Clooney, or any other of celebrity status, I would have just said ah cool and would have went on my way. But it was Prince, and for me it was a big deal. So I had to pay to park. I had to pay like ten bucks to park. And so the race was on, would I see him when I arrived inside or would he be vanished, or was it even him to begin with?

Once inside, after searching a bit, it was indeed him sitting in the Sear resturant of the Marriot. I found it amazing no one cared. But then I realized this was not the Prince of the 80's any longer, the fanaticism had died off. Plus, to be honest, he looked a lot older in person than all of the photoshopped pics. He looked, so, human. I know, he is human, but he always appeared to be a bit super human in the videos and magazines.

You know I wanted to walk up to him and speak, but what would I say? The same drivel he has heard all of his life? I admit, and I think we can all agree, if we meet some one we admire, we would like to be remembered and liked. That's a fantasy for sure.

So, I backed off, and it felt like spending ten bucks just to get a glimpse of the man. Needless to say, it was a mixed feeling of joy and disappointment. I backed away, literally. Stepping backwards, and not taking my eyes off of him so I could make this once in my life time moment stretch out as far as I could.

He finished drinking something, and was collecting himself, his two body guards standing. He was finished at his table. I took a satisfied sigh, and turned.

I bumped in to a man, appologized. He was wearing a long black coat and dark hat, and I had knocked something from his hand. It was a small camera. I bent, retrieved it, gave it to him. This is when I looked the man in his face. It was Larry Graham.

Slowly my mind was assmbling the fact that Larry was standing in a position which would be most advantagoeus for observing. Okay, let's not mix our words here, spying. I was sure of it. The coat, the location, the camera, it all screamed spying.

He smiled at me and thanked me for the camera. I looked back over my shoulder at Prince entering the lobby. I looked back at Larry. Larry wore an expression of a man who had recognized there was an enemy in his midst who needed dealt with, and it was directed at me.

Instantly, I ran. I felt a missed attempt to grab me as I bolted away, and I began to head straight for Prince. Of course the two body guards grabbed me before I came even close. Prince had a most startled look on his face. The guards handled me roughly, and I couldn't find a name for Prince. Should I call him Prince?

He was backing to the elevator when I gripped one of the guards who was dragging me away. I hissed in fear, "Graham, it's Graham."

The body guard snapped his attention to Prince and said, "Possible code Bob George, sir."

And Prince spoke, "Confirm."

I pointed back at Graham, who was now accompanied by four caucasion men in khaki's, white shirt, and camel packs. The guard hurriedly answered, "Confirmed."

Prince said, "Shit!" He punched the button to the elevator. The wait would take to long.

He ran for the fire escape, and the guards followed with me in tow. Prince opened the fire escape door and we all entered. Once on the other side, a body guard pulled a laser pin from his jacket and began to to sauder the door to the jam.

The other guard said, "We don't have much time sir."

Prince nodded.

I asked, "Why am I here? What's going on?"

Prince said, "Larry, that man don't give up." He looked at me, "I am going to need your help."

I was elated, and scared, "Okay."

Prince reached in a pocket and removed his hand, fist clenched, "Forget what you know."

The guard welding the door had finished and said, "Sir, we need to move."

Prince opened the fist and there was two pills, one red and one blue. "Forget what you think you know is real. Take the blue pill, and you will wake up in your car, and this will all seem like a dream. Take the red pill, and find out how high this pile of rabbit shit really is."

And now....

You guys vote.

Blue pill and I will stop writing this. Red pill, I continue on. Voting stops today at 5pm. eastern.

[Edited 1/15/15 7:06am]

[Edited 1/15/15 7:07am]

thedance said:

divo02 said:

Stimpy said:

hollywooddove said:

thedance said:

here's my true story,

told a few times already:


My short meeting with Prince:

after the aftershow at Vega Copenhagen 2002.... (yes I was there and it was excellent..!), Me and some friends went outside a few minutes after the show ended (maybe half an hour?). We turned around a corner and a big white limousine was just passing us, I have never seen such a big car like that in Denmark, it was huuuge. and, in it was Prince himself in the backseat: he made the limo stop and rolled down the window, then he looked at us, and asked in his deep voice: "Was it too loud"??


We were all amazed, and stumbled (is that the right word?).. anyway we mumbled or shouted back something like: "No No No... it was great". Prince must have been satisfied with the answer, cuz he rolled up his window and the limo droved away out into the night of Copenhagen. He was gone... It all happened really quickly, I guess it all took about 10, maybe 20 seconds, a really nice experience, we laughed and had a great time, talking about this little "happening".. sorry for my bad english....


ps. I have told this little story a few times already on housequake.com - and here on the Org already, too. Memories....

The word you're looking for is "startled", but I always enjoy this story.

I remember reading it on HQ too...

I met him at a soundcheck in Vegas in 2006 and he chatted with me and my friends for a few minutes.