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IN THE GROOVE (March 28, 2023)

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From The King to Queen to … what else? Prince!

Prince Rogers Nelson is widely regarded as one of the greatest musicians of his generation. He was known for his flamboyant, often androgynous persona, his incredible vocal range and his skill as a multi-instrumentalist. Prince produced his albums himself, pioneering the Minneapolis sound, and preferred to play all or most of the instruments on his recordings.

The song I’ve chosen to feature today is “Little Red Corvette” which was released in 1983. Using several automobile metaphors, the song recalls a one-night-stand with a beautiful promiscuous woman. “Little Red Corvette” is Prince’s highest charting hit and first to reach the top 10 in the U.S., peaking at number 6 on the Billboard Hot 100. Since Prince’s death in 2016, this tune has sold more than 900,000 copies in the United States alone.

Here is Prince performing “Little Red Corvette.

Now that’s a really cool song and a great video!

So, keeping it clean and going along with a car theme, here’s the question of the day:

What was the color, year and model of your first car? Do we have any red Corvette owners out there?

Mine was a Sunshine Yellow Ford Mustang.

I hope you enjoyed today’s post and song; join me next Tuesday In The Groove and don’t forget to check out where Deb’s taking us tomorrow.

See you on the flip side.

I’m The Sicilian Storyteller

NAR © 2023

38 thoughts on “IN THE GROOVE (March 28, 2023)”

    1. Oh, what a terrible story, D! I can’t believe she remained a friend of yours for very long after that stunt!

      It’s funny you should mention a Rambler. Bill and I saw one recently in a parking garage. It was pretty old but still looked good. Unfortunately, the owner left the lights on and an old Rambler’s lights don’t turn off automatically! It was one of those garages where you park your own car so there wasn’t even an attendant we could report it to. What a bummer getting to your car after a night out and finding a dead battery!

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      1. We’ll, I wasn’t supposed to let anyone drive my car. So of course I did, and she was lighting a cigarette and ran off the road into a stone wall. She begged me not to let anyone know because she also wasn’t supposed to be smoking. So I lied and told my parents I was driving.
        After Cindy went home, my mother looked me in the eye and asked me why I let her drive my car.
        Could never put one over in her!
        We’re still friends after all those years, but she never dared to tell her parents!

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        1. Well it seems you went above and beyond to protect your friend’s secret and ended up taking the blame while she stayed silent all these years. It’s amazing that your mother didn’t tell your friend’s mother the truth! You’d think as your friend got older and matured, she would have told the truth. What’s the point in keeping a secret for so long? Some people never learn; I hope your friend realizes what a good friend you’ve been to her!

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          1. It was always a little annoying thorn, and I would tease her about it now and then. Sadly, her mom passed away a few years ago, and probably still thought I wasn’t a good enough driver to cart her daughter around.
            PS Cindy did get in trouble though; we were both skipping school at the time of the accident. My mom forgave me immediately for that because I was visiting my grandmother in a nursing home a few villages away.

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              1. I really should. I’ve told my kids and grandkids about it in depth, usually when one of them tells me to tell them a story about something funny when I was young.
                That little Rambler took us many places, including my first, scariest, and very best concert ever…1969 is your only clue.

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                    1. You were a wild child, as was I! My parents got tired of trying to control me so they let a lot of things slide but they put their foot down about Woodstock and refused to let me go. This was one of those events that would have been very difficult for me to lie about so I finally stopped arguing and accepted my fate. I wasn’t going to Woodstock! All these years later I realized my parents were right. I’m not the outdoorsy type; I see nothing fun about looking for a toilet or getting caught in a rain storm so a weekend in the mud trying to avoid the brown acid and the mobs of people would have been hell. I hope it was a great experience for you. More story fodder, D! 😎

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                    2. You hit it on the head N.! I was so young and naive, I had no idea what I was in for. I didn’t tell my mother I went until I was about 18 or so and by then I guess she figured I survived and she just shrugged.
                      Luckily, my cousin and I knew that we would have little money, so we packed a big styrofoam cooler and grocery bag with the essentials. I remember to this day what we brought, and it got us through: a loaf of sandwich bread, two tins of tuna, peanut butter, a big tin of cashews, potato chips, Tab soda, and a box of Dunkin Donuts. We had a $10 stuffed in the ashtray for gas home. Who could ask for anything more? We were parked at least 3 or 4 miles away, but when you are very young and and very dumb, not a long distance at all, and it was dry.
                      My first vivid memory was walking up to the entrance area where a bunch of seedy looking bikers were parked. One held up a sign “Show us your tits” and my cousin and I looked at each other and just about peed our pants, especially since there was a girl actually showing them her tits and laughing!
                      The crowds made me nervous, the rain was awful, and the Tab only went so far so I remember being thirsty a lot. We were certainly out of our element.
                      It was, all in all, a pretty wretched experience for one so young and inexperienced.
                      But there was the music, some of which I could actually hear.

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  4. I had no idea that he had other names besides Prince. I know he had some unpronounceable symbol later on though. I always liked “When Doves Cry”. And the song that was in the Batman movie. Was that 1999?

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    1. Yes, the Artist Otherwise Known As Prince! That was a weird period but I guess he was expressing his individuality!
      “When Doves Cry” was one of my favorites, too, even if the video was a bit creepy.
      I know he did a bunch of stuff for Batman, including one song called “Batdance” but I don’t think it was as late a ’99. Could be wrong. I remember the lyrics were “Get the funk up, Batman…..” and everyone was like “Whoa! What did he just say??” Haha!!

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    1. A Beamer. Nice! Bill had one years ago and I remember it was a very sensitive car. Seemed like it needed frequent maintenance. I never drove it!
      It was like a tank, bigger than what I was used to at the time.

      Purple Rain (I think) came out 2 years after this vid.

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      1. Mine was a 3-series, the smallest car they made at the time. It had quite a small engine because my first year driving, insurance was expensive. It was only a tank in comparison to later cars, which tended tyo be sports cars.

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        1. I remember Bill’s was silver with black interior. It was a gorgeous car but after just a couple of years he moved on to a white Caddy with red interior. That was a fun car to drive; I got my one and only speeding ticket driving that car!

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  6. My mother owned a 1967 Stingray, candy-apple red. When Prince released this song, she loved it. Used to sing it all the time. It was years before I had the heart to tell her what she was really singing about as she cleaned the house. When I finally did, I don’t think she believed me.

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  7. Great post , Nancy !
    Purple Rain is revisited often.

    An old Peugeot, I bought from one of my first patients…don’t remember the type number but I do remember it was red, named it Simone and had me in an interesting encounter once with the police; driver’s side window wasn’t working and at a traffic stop when asked for the license I did the mistake to open the door to give it…all hell broke loose ( for European standards 😉)…turns out they were looking for a similar car 😂
    Motorcycle for me after Simone…

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    1. At last a car I’ve heard of!

      Oh no, Nick! Big boo boo! Rule #1 – keep your hands where the police can see them and NEVER open the door … even for innocent, law-abiding citizens like us! I made the same mistake once myself and got quite a talking-to. I realized then how dangerous a policeman’s job really is. Great story!

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  8. I absolutely adored Prince. A consummate showman and professional. As for a fist car it was a red Gemini, which we painted blue and my brother sold it to us for $500.

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