He was quickly becoming famous, and everyone wanted a piece of his pie. Falsetto singing, guitar slamming, pretty boy black guys poured into my studio like strawberries into a jam jar. Everyone had the next big hit, and only needed this one break to catch the rising star. Could I just give them a few hours of studio time they’d ask. No, don’t have no money but when I make it I’ll be sure to reward you big time.
knew each other, most of them classmates in Central High School though
spread out amongst five years of graduating classes. When Prince hit the
national stage, everyone who’d ever stood within five feet of His
Oddness thought the magic must surely have rubbed off.