I believe so much in myself and my talents that I never feel threatened. However, during Prince concert somewhere in Germany in 1987 ( "Sign of the Times" tour) I couldn't face it. Prince was magnificent. Fans were fainting. The music was exhilarating. He played, he sang, he danced, his clothes were superb; the band grooved and songs were just out of this world. Half way I matched out.
"Why are you leaving? Don't you like it?"
The person I was with, wondered
I couldn't hide my envy.
I had to evaporate. Hide.
Did not sleep well for days.
But later I was so, so, so inspired, I regained my composure. The last time I saw Prince was in Rio De Janeiro...at a private gathering in Leblon, near the beach. He was surrounding by these huge bodyguards. He was so tiny. I did not feel green at all. No envy. I felt this legendary, great artist had no freedom.
