MillionMilesAway
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I was watching a Prince documentary today and he named his studios Paisley Park in minnesota after the paisley underground movement.
And he wrote Manic Monday, I think
I was watching a Prince documentary today and he named his studios Paisley Park in minnesota after the paisley underground movement.
That's correct, he did indeed.And he wrote Manic Monday, I think
I met Prince once. Well, he met me....I was watching a Prince documentary today and he named his studios Paisley Park in minnesota after the paisley underground movement.
Go on then I'm all ears.I met Prince once. Well, he met me....
Do you want to hear the story?
Was hoping you would say yes :)Go on then I'm all ears.
This is her most recent offering last year with Travis, so she’s 61 in the video. Put on this Earth to make me gawp like a pimply, slack-jawed 14 year old....
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Part of the Paisley Underground originally before they went mainstream.
The Paisley Underground: an oral history of Los Angeles's 1980s psychedelic explosion
Michael Hann: Think of LA in the 1980s, and you think of hair metal. But elsewhere, the Bangles, the Dream Syndicate and a handful of others were reviving the 1960s and briefly becoming rock's hottest scene. Here's the story in the musicians' own wordswww.google.co.uk
There's hope for us all.She always ties with Natalie Imbruglia in my answer to " Best looking woman in music " thread though on balance Susannah Hoffs edges it - funny thing is she is so able to convey the music when she sings but when she tried her hand at acting I am afraid Susannah was as wooden as your average garden shed. Her husband of nearly 30 years Jay Roach is no looker but obviously makes her happy. She has had a couple of kids too.
Haha...now that's a story.Was hoping you would say yes :)
So my 1st book "Morrissey's Manchester" was out and me and the publisher went to LA (May 2003) to the annual Smiths / Morrissey convention to flog said book.
We stayed in some hotel (fuck knows where but on some major road going through Hollywood, maybe Melrose....)
And a friend of mine from LA says he will pick us up and take us to the Henry Ford Theatre.
So i get in the back of the car (right hand side) and Stuart (publisher) in the front passenger seat and we exit the motel and are at lights waiting to turn green. Music is loud in the car and I have the passenger window down.
A huge stretch limo (and I mean huge) passes in front of us which we all noted and eventually our lights turn green and we turn right.
As the car straightens up, in front of me slightly forward tonthe right I see a huge man and at the far side of him, a very diminutve figure.
"It's Prince!"
I said as the pair on front of me turn and say "what?" (as the loudness of the music drowned out my comment)
Arm out of the window pointing, I shout
"It's fuckin' Prince!"
His little head appeared around the large body of his minder and he smiled - and then we had gone!
There were 3 businesses on that corner. A deli, a fortune teller and a candle / incense shop. Stuart went and investigated later in the day and the candle / incense shop owner said he visits once a week.
Indeed. Incredibly captivating.
Good heavens....here the hell is that from?
That's gonna keep me going for a few more months.
There's hope for us all.
Maybe he's a genuinely warm, funny guy.....but yup, he has done well!
Fair play to him....you have to Hoffs your cap to him....the view from a lot of us is that he has an uncannily high batting average for sure
Nice one, cool story.Was hoping you would say yes :)
So my 1st book "Morrissey's Manchester" was out and me and the publisher went to LA (May 2003) to the annual Smiths / Morrissey convention to flog said book.
We stayed in some hotel (fuck knows where but on some major road going through Hollywood, maybe Melrose....)
And a friend of mine from LA says he will pick us up and take us to the Henry Ford Theatre.
So i get in the back of the car (right hand side) and Stuart (publisher) in the front passenger seat and we exit the motel and are at lights waiting to turn green. Music is loud in the car and I have the passenger window down.
A huge stretch limo (and I mean huge) passes in front of us which we all noted and eventually our lights turn green and we turn right.
As the car straightens up, in front of me slightly forward tonthe right I see a huge man and at the far side of him, a very diminutve figure.
"It's Prince!"
I said as the pair on front of me turn and say "what?" (as the loudness of the music drowned out my comment)
Arm out of the window pointing, I shout
"It's fuckin' Prince!"
His little head appeared around the large body of his minder and he smiled - and then we had gone!
There were 3 businesses on that corner. A deli, a fortune teller and a candle / incense shop. Stuart went and investigated later in the day and the candle / incense shop owner said he visits once a week.