If you've ever purified yourself in the waters of Lake Minnetonka, did The Bird (or the Jughead), know about that last track on Come (you know what I'm talkin bout), made love to Insatible (or stripped to Shhh), know why there are 6 in Vanity/Appolonia 6, didn't mind that Tevin Campbell song so much, started eating Cap'n Crunch again (with soy milk), tried to grow a pencil-thin beard, named two fish Wendy and Lisa, bought a pair of cuban heels, wanted to be Carmen Electra (or Susanna Hoffs, or Kim Basinger, or Appolonia, or Vanity, or Mayte...), STILL have that poster on your wall, have Purple Rain on vinyl, watched Under the Cherry Moon more than once, danced your ass off to Erotic City, celebrated June 7th, defended that silly name change, bought a raspberry beret, watched Batman one more time, called yourself an Irresistable Bitch, had Mad Sex in the horny morning, know all the words to Glam Slam, want to whip out your lighter every time you hear the end of Purple Rain, own the Black Album, own For You, own N.E.W.S., choked up when you first saw him live, know what that noise is at the beginning or Pop Life, considered moving to Minneapolis, get goosebumps from guitar solos, love Morris Day, know that Sinead didn't write it, wanted to hear someone sing Adore to you, wanted to sing I Hate You to someone, ever worn fuck-me-pumps, looked up www.emale.com, or named your kitty Camille (like I did), then THIS IS YOUR SPOT! Welcome!