The album of course, was ‘1999’ and I was hooked. I can still remember the first time I picked up the purple album cover and read the name – Prince. The artist was marrying funk/soul and a Hendrix-like guitar style. It was a giant double album full of some of the most inventive music I’d ever heard. Those guys were always listening to this brightly colored purple record. As my relationship with my girlfriend and my roommate slowly dissipated (my roomy was dating my ex’s best friend), I found myself spending more and more time across the hall with Brian and Robert. The notable exception to my misery were the two black guys who lived across the hall from my dorm room. My dearest friend Doug and a whole lot of rum got me through those horrid months. I was fucking miserable at KU surrounded by “frat bros” and douche bags. I spent the back half of my freshman year at the University of Kansas in what I now refer to as “The Dark Semester.” No mystery, the girlfriend and I broke up, we were kids, it was stupid of me to transfer colleges. Mid-year I transferred colleges for the oldest and stupidest of reasons, a girlfriend. All of that changed my freshman year in college. Like most white, suburban kids coming of age in the early 80s I was blissfully unaware of who Prince was.
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