Shouting and murmuring about Prince
In a recent New Yorker piece, Bruce Wagner hilariously pokes fun at the unreal price tag on a certain series of Prince shows. Read this excerpt, then just try to not go finish off the whole piece:
"After Prince stopped playing, the two of us had brunch together. I was sitting so close to the diminutive legend that, as he ate, flecks of his omelette fell into my mouth. The privilege of this intimate meal cost an additional eighty-five thousand dollars, but it was worth every penny."
Great stuff:
Best Seats
Labels: Prince, The New Yorker
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