It’s hard to say exactly how I first heard of Prince and the album Purple Rain. It might have been way back in elementary school when the DJ at the skating rink would play “When Doves Cry”, it may have been hearing “Little Red Corvette” on the radio. However, it happened, he made an impression on me. My parents were woefully ignorant of just how dirty Prince was and bought me the Purple Rain cassette with no issues. They were more worried about the pentagram on Mötley Crüe’s Shout at the Devil than they were about me learning what “Darling Nikki” did with magazines in the hotel lobby. To say that I got a bit of an education from Purple Rain, the cassette and the movie, is an understatement. Luckily, I was still innocent enough to not realize a lot of what I was hearing until later years. While Prince went on to have a long and fruitful career after that album, Purple Rain was always one of my favorites. I’m still not sure how most of his videos even made it onto MTV considering the censors back in those days. I guess MTV was much more worried about youngsters screaming “I wanna rock!” than learning about one-night stands and dirty sex. Although there are rumors that Tipper Gore started the PMRC after hearing her daughter playing “Darling Nikki” and it’s included on their list of the fifteen filthiest songs. Over the years I’ve broadened my musical horizons, but I’ve always had a fondness for Prince. As I’ve said before I’m not a music professional, I have zero talent for instruments or vocals. I judge music by how it makes me feel. The Purple Rain album always made me feel something. Sometimes good, sometimes bad and sometimes sexy; but each song reached me in some way.