Just about ten years ago, when I suddenly became unreasonably obsessed with Prince, my then-boyfriend first hid my copy of Purple Rain, then eventually gave up and took me on his motorcycle to search for Prince records people sold out of their garages. When deciding between law schools, unexpectedly seeing First Avenue while visiting on admitted students' weekend tipped the scales. Last weekend, I vowed that I would attend the next pajama dance party at Paisley Park. Looks like I became a fan and made that vow a bit too late. Now, I'll have to settle for replaying those same records over and over and watching my TWO copies of Purple Rain.
















