Publication: New York Daily News [US]
Date: July 7, 1996
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Title: "Purple Haze"
Written By: A.J. Benza

They're letting sulky celebs into Spy -- Soho's hippest hangout. I saw one the other night and the owners couldn't do anything about it: when the artist still known as Prince and his body guard want to come inside, you gotta let them in. What a mistake.

For reasons unfathomable to any of the clubs patrons, Mr. Cranky -- forsaking his tired purple gear for a wintery red suit -- retreated to a couch and preceeded to pout over his club soda, while his bald, monosylibble body guard stood over him.

Nobody wanted to chat with the gloomy one. However, in the hopes of getting a sound byte for my dear readers, I ambled by, but was halted by hurculies with no hair. "Tonights not a good time," he told me. "He doen't feel like talking." Well, whenever he feels like listening he should know that real heavys like Mick Jagger and Robert DeNiro drop by Spy when they're in town and treat everyone with respect. They even chat with fans once in a while. Image that!

Prince either has to make another hit record or come down off his high heels.