My dad asked me what I was listening to on my headphones last night while he and my stepbrother were watching Hogan's Heroes.
"Oh, I'm editing some Prince albums."
"I never liked Prince," my dad, who doesn't listen to many artists whose careers started after the early 1970s, says. "He didn't look right .. too many hats ... too much purple ... flamboyant. He was too flamboyant looking."
"But he's an amazing musician."
My dad makes a stink face.
"Have you seen his guitar solo for 'While My Guitar Gently Weeps' at the Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame?"
He had not.
Now he has.
Verdict? "Ho shit. Does he always play like that?"
Me: "Not always. But often. And when he did, it was magic."