"There’s a reason Prince didn’t do Purple Rain, then Red and Varsity Blue Rain, then White and Maize Gold Rain."
There’s always a drunk girl at every concert hollering for her old favorites. You go see Madonna, and she’s shrieking ‘Papa Don’t Preach!’ (And you want to preach a few things to her, but instead you give her the hairy eyeball). Same thing with Prince. Poor man thinks he’s come up with some new shit, and she’s screeching, ‘Pur-pul Raaaaaaain!!!! Pur-pul Raaaaaaain!!!!’ Not to mention the guy who’s clearly been partying since 1999. But I say, let Prince sing. Let him sing his new stuff. Try it. I don’t care if ‘When Doves Cry’ reminds you of the first time you got lucky, let it rest! maybe you can get lucky again?
To the fans…
I’m talking to all you clowns reliving your lives through retro Jordans. Let the man sing. Guess what? He’s got new shit too. Don’t be the drunk floozy at the Michael Jordan concert hollering about the retro 4s, the new 11 colorway, all that mess. Get over it! I know 14s remind you of balling in high school. I know the 5s were the ones your mom wouldn’t buy for you. I’m saying, let it go. Turn to your buddy, relive the moment, and let’s move on. What about the 23s?
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