Word: paisleys
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Paisley Park, a lavishly weird recording complex just west of Minneapolis, Minnesota, is exactly the kind of place you'd expect to be owned and operated by a lavishly weird recording star like Prince. The wildly talented singer-songwriter doesn't go by the name of Prince anymore, of course; in 1993 he changed his name to the unpronounceable glyph [symbol for the artist formerly known as Prince], and now most people call him either "the artist formerly known as Prince" or, more familiarly, "the Artist...
...latter, one quickly learns, is correct usage among employees at Paisley Park, a workplace that seems to have just about everything but llamas. The walls are ringed by zodiac signs, dotted by paintings of puffy clouds and gilded with the Artist's gold records. High up on one wall is an illustration of two huge eyes--guess whose?--with a godlike sunburst beaming out from between them. The Artist's private office has a papal portentousness to it--the doors are made of stained glass. And when the Artist is on the premises, a glass pyramid that crowns the complex...
...admit certain biases. I've written for Wired a lot in the past three years; in fact, I have an 8,500-word masterpiece in the current issue (the one with the cantaloupe-and-eggplant-colored "Burning Man" cover and the acid-green-paisley Absolut ad on the back). And some time ago, I received, along with many other contributors, 2,000 shares of Wired Ventures stock, recently declared worthless. So what? Denounce Louis and Wired just because Wall Street's skepticism forced him to withdraw his public stock offering for the second time? This I will not do--though...
...clad in a long, dark skirt and sweater and wore a blue paisley scarf that was wrapped tightly around her head...
...maple squatting like a sumo wrestler out front, and a sweet gum tree, and a big red oak in the back shading the gas grill and the lawn chairs. The house is a home--a sweet, messy testament to the compromises of parenthood; the curtains are lace, the couches paisley, the walls papered in cream with pink roses and wreaths of dried flowers, all soft edges and tones that fade behind the yelping primary colors of Playskool and Fisher-Price...