I stayed at his house for a little while—I thought I was going to go to a hotel. 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. 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.I went to this rehearsal, and this beautiful black girl walked up to me and said, "Hi, I'm Kim. " And I said yes, and she was like, "Those are my pants." I was so mortiﬁed. And I was too young to really communicate with him, so I just kind of pulled away. You'd go to a record store, you'd watch some movies, you'd make some popcorn. André Cymone _(teenage friend and early musical collaborator): _ He ran away, asked if he could stay with me. I don't remember verbatim what the conversation was, other than "I can't deal with that shit anymore." He just turned up. I played basketball with him once when we were both in high school, down at Martin Luther King Park, where a lot of pickup games happened.Loved to speak in different accents—British and French…everything. to Minneapolis and went home long enough to shower, threw on a baseball cap, jeans, sweatshirt, and drove over to the studio. Gwen Stefani: The first time I met him, this is my memory: He was wearing an all-purple velour jumpsuit with the collar that goes up, kinda like an Elvis jumpsuit. He was such a cool, amazing guy that just never turned off.
And he seemed so down-to-earth, very normal—not weird like everybody says. Danielle was actually holding up the phone the whole time while she was singing the song. I was, "Oh my God, oh my God." Like, I was about to open up for Prince. I always said: If he ever saw me dance, he would love the way I dance. " 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.
His room was so small compared with everything I saw. It was kinda homey—he had this little queen-size bed, and a huge-ass TV, like a 52-inch ﬂatscreen.
He had a little private bathroom right there, a big-ass bathtub in there, and fake palm trees and a tan-colored ﬂoor—doing a little beach look.
So I'm walking real fast in the parking lot, trying to get to my car quick when——I see this dude on a bike ripping around the parking lot coming at me.
I was ignoring him, trying not to engage, when he circled me and slyly said, "Where you goin'? It's _Prince..._on a white mountain bike, wearing his full rock-star outfit—white, to match the bike, of course, with a multicolor print on it.