Prince's version of the story is that he got wasted on Tebows and Sloor mucus, drove the time machine drunk, and somehow ended up in a present day lake in Austin, Texas almost crashing into Lady Ravioli and Dirty Laundry doing "The Delicate Knit Cycle" (don't know what this means) in the "friscalating dusklight" of the saddlecock. He decided, "why... not?" and joined them in their nipple grabbing merriment, then got dressed, and hit the town to see U2 open up for us,THE UNFORTUNATES, in another version (dimension) of Austin, where The SXSW Festival was taking place. It's really cool to watch yourself perform, live. I did it back in Pompeii one time, when Floyd opened up for us.
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