"unsolicited lapdance from a pimp"

yeah. I'm still here. I'm still kicking. I'm still combing through my old notebooks and posts about P.

The post title? In quotes? That was one of my unedited reactions to the Come album as it was released in 1994.

Expecting the hard, wild ferocity of the Glam Slam Ulysses tracks ...it was a cruel bait-and-switch when that pimptastic x-rated smutty mess splashed through the speakers in dad's ram charger 4x4 on the day it came out, the day I bought it.

So this post is a placeholder for the various times I, a life-long Prince fan, was left wondering what the hell was going on in his head when he released the things he did at the times he did.

I know the whole feud-with-WB was going on at the time. I painfully remember being told to write WB and demand they set the Gold Experience free.

But who needed all that absurd cowbell in Endorphinmachine? Giving WB the shitty versions of songs might mean you can keep the best one in the vault, but it still means you're shitting in the ears of loyal listeners who trotted out and bought the danged thing on release day.

I love Prince. I will always. This music has helped me through the darkest moments of my life and I will always return to it in the trying times left in my future.

I do not expect anybody to believe that my fandom is without doubts and moments of feeling left behind by it all. The relentless march into the future left me behind years ago. I don't know how I feel about 20ten, it's soft and makes sense he gave it away.

I love P. When he's at his best, or even close to his best, he's still light-years ahead of almost everybody else who ever played the game of making music for their fans.

Pop country sucks, modern American radio sucks, and all those "reality" teevee music shows are shite I'd throw my shoes away if I stepped in...I won't let it near my ears.

more to come. I have plenty left to say.

Blessings on The Revolution. We're with you, we feel you, we love you. Keep your heads up, please.