Sometimes I'd be, "Who dressed in what could look like show/stage clothes: a couture suit, matching handmade boots from a shoemaker in Paris, his hair done and full makeup. I went up the stairs and Prince was coming down the hall from his ofﬁce. Like, he really was living that version of what you think he was—that was him. You know, if you got people around that can carry phones and money for you, you can get away with that. If he needed to use a phone he'd use my phone or a driver's phone.
Even when he was dressed down, he'd dress like Prince: three-inch-tall flip-flops, or these heels with lights—they'd light up when he walked. Hayes: We have a thing called Caribou Coffee in Minnesota, which is like Starbucks.
And then he'd ask, "Why doesn't Obama just outlaw birthdays? He'd bring people in, we'd have listening sessions at Paisley.
" He said, "I was hoping that Obama, as soon as he was elected, would get up and announce there'd be no more Christmas presents and no more birthdays—we've got too much to do." I said, "Yeah, I don't know if that would go over too well."Tollefson: In the'90s he wouldn't walk anywhere, even within Paisley Park, without a bodyguard. Hayes: I took him to the bike store and I bought him a bike because he said he wanted a bicycle.
To make matters even more suspicious, the caption on this Instagram post was mysteriously deleted after his death..’ These sound like the words of someone who knew the Illuminati record industry had him in their crosshairs.
HISTORY REPEATS – SAME OLD DIRTY TRICKS The parallels with Michael Jackson’s death are astonishing.
Who will wrest control of Prince’s enormous back catalogue now he is dead?
Will Warner Brothers buy the rights to his music from his heirs in a cut price deal, the same way Sony got their hands on Michael Jackson’s catalogue after his death?
Keep your eye on who comes calling to break into the vault and recycle those songs.
He was a legend, a virtuoso, one of the true gods of music.
Because I'm short, I'm ﬁve three…and he's shorter than me. He's somehow I remember taking him to the hardware store in my camping van. And we go to Ace Hardware—it's snowing and freezing—and I say, "Okay, Prince, you stay in the car." So I'm picking stuff up in the aisles, I look over, he just cruises by in a turtleneck sweater and his fuzzy boots, and people are looking like, "Oh my God, Prince is in the hardware store!