When I was older I used to live in reverse. I discovered that all great artists were in fact cheap parodies. For instance, I found Prince Rodgers Nelson was still making music at the ripe old age of eighty and living in France. He’d made a horrific French parody record of Purple Rain called, ‘Ze Pourpre Pluie’. He did it all under an assumed French name and everyone thought it was brilliant. “When I’m younger this will actually inspire and remind me,” he stated, in an interview he did in the late 1920s. He said some other great stuff in that interview too, something about God being a splendid whore who fell in love with an endless contradiction.
