2017 Purple Eggplant Winner: BEST PRINCHAEL//2016 NPG AWARD WINNER : BEST DRAMA
"A tale of a pretty girl who gets what she wants, including two of the 80's most prominent figures."
Throughout music history, there's been speculation of rivalry bet...
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Ever since Skipper put out his debut album, For You, it's all Uptown was talking about. My mother bought the record and after she gave it one listen, it found a home on my own personal record player, right on top of my dresser.
I never realized how diverse his voice was. I knew he could play drums, guitar, and a piano. I wasn't hip to his singing abilities. Another surprise, I didn't know he could work 27 different instruments. His album was written, composed, arranged and produced by him. It was all a solo effort and an amazing one in my opinion.
For the longest, he was out in California. But now he was back in Minneapolis and putting on a show for his hometown with his new band.
My father took Lizzie and I to the Capri Theatre on January 5th of '79. The stage was small so we got seats right in the front.
I hadn't really seen Prince since '75 when he left my house, and went back to living with his best friend Andre Cymone. His mother, Bernadette, became a surrogate mother for Prince.
"Ladies and gentlemen, give a warm welcome for the next Stevie Wonder—the power and the glory, the Minneapolis story—Prince!"
As the crowd clapped and hooted, Prince came out on the stage wearing leg warmers over his jeans and a long beige trench coat. Everyone in the band looked pretty wild. I liked it, personally.
"This boy..." I heard my father mutter behind his smile.
When Prince started his falsetto, singing his title track, For You, his voice seeped through me and dripped down in my belly, causing a great stir. I was in awe and he was admiring—and so hot. The screaming teenage girls around me agreed.
My mind traveled back to the wild Wednesdays on top of the basement stairs. I was tingling further below my belly now, too.
A loud rupture of feedback came through the speakers, throwing me out of my mental fantasy and interrupting his beautiful singing. I snaked my head snaked around, trying to find the culprit. But Prince never stopped. He kept going.
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