Reply To: GQ Magazine Prince Article


    By: Chris Heath (GQ Magazine)
    Date: December 8, 2016


    Glover: Back in 1986, I was on Star Search, and one girl on Star Search with me invited me to Prince’s house for dinner. I was wearing purple. Afterward, we all went to a club and he kind of whispered, asked me if I would dance with him when a good song came on. I think it was a Robert Palmer song. Anyway, every time he did a step I would follow him, and he noted that I could keep up with him. I always said: If he ever saw me dance, he would love the way I dance. I just knew it. A month after that I was at another club, Vertigo. Prince saw me and he tapped me on the shoulder, and he says, “Hi…I would like for you to be in my band.” And I kind of blushed, and before I could pull my head up he disappeared. You know, he disappears really quickly. That happened to us a lot. The next week, he came back and asked me again, and this time I said, “Wait a minute—don’t leave before I answer you.” And I told him: “Yes.” And then he walked away. That’s how he is. He was always real slick with the mystery.

    Electra: He called me and said, “I have a flight booked for you tomorrow morning to Minneapolis.” I packed up my little tiny suitcase, and I had maybe $20 and four or five outfits. As soon as I landed, a purple limo was waiting outside. He wasn’t there, but he called and he said, “Do you have a lot of clothes?” He made a kind of sarcastic comment, said, “I’m gonna have my brother take you shopping.” He specifically said what he wanted it to be: “I want you to buy something white—a white dress or white leggings and a top.” So we’re on a mad hunt in a little tiny mall in Minneapolis for something white. I stayed at his house for a little while—I thought I was going to go to a hotel. But he was a gentleman. There was a lot of makeup in the guest room, and someone said, “We’re gonna get all that stuff out for you—that’s Kim Basinger’s.” I think she had maybe just left.

    Jill Jones: We shared clothes a lot—he’d see something I was wearing, the next day he would be wearing it. The first day I got [to Paisley Park], I found these pants in his closet, these black-and-blue kind of leopard-print things. I went to this rehearsal, and this beautiful black girl walked up to me and said, “Hi, I’m Kim. You’re Jill, right?” And I said yes, and she was like, “Those are my pants.” I was so mortified. I was such a child then—I was, “Do you want me to take them off?” Then she took my hand and she basically took me aside and kind of schooled me on Prince’s ex-girlfriends. I think he liked it. I think he liked all of us.

    Electra: I don’t know one beautiful woman who didn’t want to be with him. But it did hurt me. It hurt me really bad. And I was too young to really communicate with him, so I just kind of pulled away. And during that time I went out with a guy—I hadn’t slept with this person—and Prince found out. He said, “I wrote this song about you,” and then he played “I Hate U.” It was hard to hear. And it was even harder to hear the parts of the song that said it could have been a completely different way. Then to say, “I hate you because I love you”—I literally cried in front of him. I think he just wanted me to hear it and know that he was really upset. Then he flew me back to Los Angeles.

    Glover: I had a boyfriend at the time. That was one thing [Prince] respected. They actually played basketball together. He was, “It’s nice to meet you, man—I heard a lot about you.” I told him, “That’s the stupidest thing you could say! Everybody’s heard a lot about Prince!”

    Jill Jones: With him it was kind of like Groundhog Day. A repetition. He’d drive to his dad, he’d see his mom—those were the same introductory things and they never changed, no matter what woman came in. They all took the 6 A.M. drive. And the late-night things—I don’t think I was the only one to say that Prince threw rocks or came and picked them up in the middle of the night. You’d go to a record store, you’d watch some movies, you’d make some popcorn. He was definitely a creature of habit.