THE KID

there are certain mysteries in life that cannot be explained... can anyone guess what i'm about to say? anyone? bueller? it's Prince. i'm on a Prince kick. did you read my last entry? read it. i like prince; i saw Purple Rain again last night. it's not a great movie by any means; it will never complete with bloated blockbusters like Titanic or Police Academy 4, but there's just something about that movie that makes it great. of course... that thing is Prince. i think you really have to understand why it works. dig if you will a picture: a 4'8" half-black man with an 7 inch curly afro and a pencil-thin-moustache wearing a purple, velvet suit, white pirate's blouse, and black velvet, high-heeled boots, semi-masturbating on stage with androgynous dancers licking their instruments in the backlit fog.... then remember you're in downtown MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA, in the same town as GARRISON KIELLOR, in the same town as former GOVERNOR VENTURA... but it works. god help me it works. why? because Prince knows he's SO FUCKING AWESOME, and therefore he gets all the lay-DAYS. on the other hand, how many girls would get all over me if i were wearing that suit/boots/blouse/afro/moustache ensemble? guess there's only one way to find out...