My First Time with Prince

I distinctly remember the first time I heard Prince. One day before 8th-grade drama class, Chris Wallace brought in her jambox, playing “Little Red Corvette.” That song was like nothing I’d ever heard before — the robotic drum sounds! the heavy breathing! — and upon contact with my ears, it opened up a hole in me that I hadn’t known even existed. Plus, the conversations about the artist were fascinating.

“I heard he actually had sex with somebody in the studio while he was recording that.”

“Bull. Nuh-uhh. He was having sex with the engineer’s girlfriend when–”

“No, with the ENGINEER! That guy’s a queer, man.”

“Pssh. He can’t be queer. He’s black!”

“He’s totally awesome, is what he is.”

“No, he’s not black. He’s, like, Puerto Rican or something.”

“Why can’t you be a queer if you’re black?”

“I love that 1999 song!”

“Have you seen his shoes? Dude wears heels. And scarves. He’s a chick.”

Oh my god, who was this horny-male-female-black-brown-gay-straight-cross-dressing genius they were gossiping about? And how was I going to get a look at him? We didn’t have cable! Mrs. Wagner came in and started class, but I couldn’t think about anything besides Prince — a state which remained constant from that moment until years later.


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