I found the fan-zine called "Uptown" published out of Sweden, with plenty of help from various people in the Netherlands. Shinders sold most of their rarer stuff bagged, sealed. In the bag with the ?7th? maybe 8th or 9th issue of Uptown came two fliers.
One was for the european store selling P memorabilia through the mail.
One was a photocopied sub-fanzine called ? Pheromone ? that itself gave a shout-out and praise to an "internet email list" called simply enough, the Prince Mailing List.
As I began to learn how to use the VAX and GOPHER and FETCH and IRC, ISCABBS and other things available through these magical machines called computers...
one of my first acts with my newly acquired email address was to join the PML.
If you've ever been to prince.org and seen their vociferous-to-the-point-of-absurdity admonitions to NOT ASK FOR, WHERE TO GET, OR HELP OBTAINING ANY "bootlegs" ever ever ever ever ever.
I may have been one of the whiny little teenaged bitches who made them choose to do that.
I shudder to think how pathetic I must have come off back then. But then we all grow up, some of us have further to go in the process. That's all...
I need to tell the WHOLE story. It was the fall of the year I graduated high school, 1993. I joined the PML and began trading tapes with fellow students in Holland and Denmark, Germany, Sweden, Norway.
There's a lot of this story that began with me going to First Avenue the following spring expecting a birthday show with the glam-metal band Extreme in the mainroom.
But when I got there, the doors were chained shut, the place clearly deserted, and no show took place at all.
I felt alone and rejected and pissed off.
If only I knew how many times I'd see Prince shred his guitar, play a keyboard or two, even take a whack at the drums...
I wouldn't have felt so rejected by Extreme's no-show.
The coming years were amazingly excellent. I plan to delve into them in detail right here...
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