Prince's death has hit me some type of way. I'm not really trying to write about it at length, nor do I feel like I should. My love for the music he's made started out as a personal thing, primarily because people loved Michael Jackson more, and I knew Prince was iller. I just knew it, so I just kept my tapes and CDs to self. It made sense; always felt like Prince was more of an introspective guy, even if he was trying to fuck the club up with tracks like "Erotic City."
So instead of going ham on what Prince really means to me, I'll just blast Michael Watts' chopped & screwed "17 Days," which was a "When Doves Cry" flipside. RIP.
He hasn't stopped there, though...
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