So I'm hanging out with [The Artist formerly known as Prince] in a suite in the New York Palace Hotel, and one of the first things he tells me is that his name isn't really his name.
Now [The Artist] is a cool guy to chat with: funny, insightful and, except for the fact that he's a musical genius, a regular guy. Truth is, he puts on his bell-bottom, glittery blue stretch pants one leg at a time, just like the rest of us. But his perspective on the world is like his music--constantly surprising. For example, a few minutes into...
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