Alright loyal readers, listen up and listen down. I’ve been grooving to a bunch of Prince lately, which is funny as I’ve never been able to get into him. I stuck the tip of my ears in when I used to retreat to the weird basement room with a piano in my university dorm and jam to Purple Rain while high on hash — but now my ears are submerged. And now that I’m digging into his other albums (Prince [Self-titled] in particular) I find myself going back to this weird-ass extended jam-a-thon that got me “into” him in the first place. It’s groovy, there’s no singing, and boy does it make me dance.
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