Prince, oh, Prince. We’re worried.
We love you. Really, we do – despite your
creepily eerily intriguingly porcelain skin and heels higher than anything I can wear. You’re a genius, not one for the excessive, whoring use of the spotlight and brilliant at emanating without oozing.
Which brings up the question: why, oh, why did you feel it necessary, or even reasonable, to appear on American Idol last night?? Were all proceeds from you appearance donated to a worthwhile charity that Ryan forgot to mention? Does Simon [either Cowell or Fuller] own your soul?
I was not even going to watch the first hour and 55 minutes of the two hour finale – until I read on another blog from an earlier timezone that you were on the show: on and performing. And, this, after Mr.Q and I were in Starbucks last weekend, in the presence of your new album, discussing your longevity, talent and how you would be the last person to appear as a guest on the Idol “I have a new album and love these kids” train. Oh, how we laughed at the thought…
I confess that we are now rather befuddled and concerned. Do you need to talk? We’re here for you, if you do. We’re sure there were good reasons; there must have been good reasons.
Please tell us there were good reasons.