The first time I ever saw Prince was stumbling upon his video for “Little Red Corvette” on MTV. And the first thing I thought was, “This guy dances just like Adam Ant.” Mr. Ant was my current obsession at the time, so of course, this man I was watching was clearly a pretender, no matter how catchy the song might have been. I wasn’t terribly smart back then.
The next time I was truly aware of Prince was in the summer of 1984. His song “When Doves Cry” had the unmitigated audacity to keep Bruce Springsteen from having a #1 single. Surely this was a sign that the one-time pretender had now become a disrespectful upstart. I hadn’t grown significantly smarter in the years since “Little Red Corvette.”
Given my immaturely adversarial beginnings with Prince, it’s no surprise that he wasn’t a huge touchstone for me as an adolescent diving…
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