Nothing Compares 2 Prince
29 Apr
Naked on a white Pegasus horse with Afrosheen relaxed hair, or maybe, press and curl. Mouth rimmed with feathery moustache befitting a new prince.
He played every instrument. Every instrument. Wrote every song. Recorded and produced the entire album. I had never heard of such a thing. I was 17. Prince was 21. This was not my crushing on Off The Wall Michael Jackson. This was a bit dangerous. Like how […]
