Probably the second worst thing after a musical icon dies is the award show “tributes” by people who have no business doing them (looking at you Gaga), so here’s Madonna with this bullshit at the 2016 Billboard Music Awards last night. Prince has like 47,892 songs and she picked the one Prince wrote for somebody else. I guess because she’s singing it to his ghost, but mostly because its the only one that was in her range. I could only watch two minutes of this before I wanted one of Prince’s prescriptions.
I’m sure you know this already, but Prince (still my fav post of 2016) wrote Sinead O’Connor‘s only hit, “Nothing Comapres 2 U”. If you didn’t know this, you can thank me if this ever comes up on Jeopardy! or whatever. But I don’t think I need to tell you that since then, she’s been pretty much batshit insane. Batshit insane people like making Facebook posts like this.
Two words for the DEA investigating where prince got his drugs over the decades…. Arsenio Hall (AKA Prince’s and Eddie Murphy’s bitch) Anyone imagining prince was not a long time hard drug user is living in cloud cuckoo land. Arsenio I’ve reported you to the Carver County Sherriff’s office. Expect their call. They are aware you spiked me years ago at Eddie murphy’s house. You best get tidying your man cave.
Ok. Well, that’s a lot of information to process. I guess if you see Arsenio Hall ask him his prices. Never hurts to ask.
Prince didn’t have a will and never signed legal documents. This should be fun.
We’re told in the 5 years leading up to Prince’s death, it was virtually impossible to get his signature on any legal document. Sources who worked with Prince tell us, he felt “screwed over” by people who had him sign deals in his younger years, and that made him “paranoid” to sign anything. Prince was so distrusting … he jumped from lawyer to lawyer almost every year, and sometimes more often. One professional who worked with the singer tells us, Prince called him out of the blue one day and said he wanted to hire him. The professional asked Prince for his business files, and the answer was, “I don’t know, they’re out there somewhere.” The professional never got the files. We’re told although Prince hired and fired a slew of professionals, his most trusted advisers were “beautiful, 20-something women, all models with no experience in anything.” It caused chaos in his life … especially in the financial department. We broke the story, Prince’s sister, Tyka, filed legal docs Tuesday stating there was no evidence of a will.
I don’t see a problem with this. Prince spent his life being a legend and banging all these chicks. He didn’t have any kids or a wife, so why should he care who fights for crumbs? The only thing we really have to worry about now is Kris Jenner digging through his ashes to find some DNA to give Khloe.
Prince is dead. This is how he lived. Here’s pics of all famous chicks (that I know about) who have been covered in purple rain. Enjoy.
I was driving through three states yesterday when the news broke that Prince died. I cried with you. So let’s not rehash that. Instead, let’s celebrate the things we all enjoy here: pure savagery and shitting on the Kardashians. Like the time in 2011 when Kim Kardashian walked on stage during a Prince concert. Prince spun her around, looked at her ass, then said, “get off the stage“. Prince was the hero we deserved.
Prince has written about 15, 783 songs about banging and talking about banging, so now he’s reworking a Christian song by Nichole Nordeman called “What If”. In other news, Nichole Nordeman cursed God and purified herself in the waters of Lake Minnetonka. Then Prince slit a goat’s throat and banged Nichole in a field or something probably.
Prince‘s ‘Welcome 2 America’ tour hit Madison Square Garden last night, and since there were a lot of black men gathered in one place, Kim Kardashian was there. During one of his songs, Prince pulled Kim on stage to dance. She didn’t dance. So be sure to stay until the 1:18 mark. You’ll be glad you did.
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Let me preface this by saying Prince is a brilliant guitar player and one of the most prolific songwriters about things to do with a vagina in the last 100 years. He also sings about purple a lot, so I guess he thought it would be a good idea to write a fight song for the NFL team in his home state. I got through about thirty seconds when it became obvious that, and I say this in the nicest way possible, this song belongs on the NFL on Glee not the NFL on FOX. If I was on the Vikings and they played this while I was coming out of the tunnel, they might as well let me slide down a rainbow and float down onto the field with a parasol, because this is the fucking gayest thing I have ever heard.
At the Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival on April 26th, Prince performed a cover of Radiohead’s “Creep.” Videos popped up all over the place, that was until the Prince demanded every copy be removed claiming copyright infringement. The only flaw in Prince’s plan is that he doesn’t own the song or the video. Billboard says:
After word spread that Prince covered Radiohead’s “Creep” at Coachella, the tens of thousands who couldn’t be there ran to YouTube for a peek. Everyone was quickly denied _ even Radiohead. All videos of Prince’s unique rendition of Radiohead’s early hit were quickly taken down, leaving only a message that his label, NPG Records, had removed the clips, claiming a copyright violation. But the posted videos were shot by fans and, obviously, the song isn’t Prince’s. In a recent interview, Thom Yorke said he heard about Prince’s performance from a text message and thought it was “hilarious.” Yorke laughed when his bandmate, guitarist Ed O’Brien, said the blocking had prevented him from seeing Prince’s version of their song. “Really? He’s blocked it?” asked Yorke, who figured it was their song to block or not. “Surely we should block it. Hang on a moment.” Yorke added: “Well, tell him to unblock it. It’s our … song.”
What Radiohead seems to be forgetting here is that Prince is nuts. Like the time he was sued by Utah Jazz forward, Carlos Boozer, after he rented Boozer’s Los Angeles mansion and proceeded to paint it purple and install a beauty salon. I swear, I wouldn’t be surprised if Prince doesn’t sleep in a Peter Pan costume or ride to breakfast on a purple pony with braided hair.
During Prince’s April 20th performance at Club 3121 in Vegas, the legendary musician spotted Paris Hilton in the audience and invited her on stage. Then it got awesome:
As a “delighted” Hilton obliged, Prince, 48, handed her the mic and told the audience, “Let’s see if she can really sing,” says the witness. Hilton stormed offstage – and left the club two songs later.”
Prince would have a hard time beating up a 5th grader, but now he’s officially my new hero. Paris Hilton is completely useless in every possible way, so it’s always good to see anyone remind her of that by totally demeaning and demoralizing her. Speaking of which, how long will the Olympic committee fail to recognize that as a sport? Tell me, just how long will this travesty be tolerated?