But now, let's all salute the fabulous PRINCE.
No, not that bald one making babies and grinning that pukey Diana smile.
PRINCE who won't see his 58th.
You know him as the she-male who worked so hard at being the elusive genius Dylan crossed with Michael Jackson the King of Pop, crossed with Rick James or some other cool nigga.
THAT guy.
Here it comes, a solid fucking week of tributes. Is this guy going to be touted as bigger than BOWIE? Very likely, because THIS guy appealed to not just white people but BLACKS, too.
PS, now that he's dead, can we PLEASE oh PLEASE get this guy on the $20 bill?
Re-paint THE WALL, Roger, BOWIE off, PRINCE on!
IF I'M BEING HONEST, "Party like it was 1999" was a very ordinary piece of disco-funk-shit-whatever. And if it wasn't for Sinead, nobody would know or care about "Nothing Compares 2 U" (and we ALL love kewl TEXT-SPEAK, don't u?)
I always found that little prick extremely pretentious, and that was especially so when he dolled himself up as a Little Prince, or worse, went naked in androgyne mode.
Meanwhile everyone's moping around about how much more great music he could've given us. And gee, VANITY also died at 57. That's a mystical number you know. It's also the number of condiment varieties Heinz created.
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