The Prince is dead. Long live Prince.
2003-11-06 - 10:22 a.m.
That was a while between blogs. No excuses aside from busy busy and I have been writing blogs continuously in my head - just not on screen. Doesn't do anyone much good there.
So you've been in suspense about the Prince concert.
Well I managed to get two tickets at $50 each for my brother and myself. And the seats were amazing!
The whole evening was amazing! Although it was a few weeks ago now, I am still wallowing in the afterglow.
Let me tell you about it. He entered the stage in an over-sized white suit jacket over little legs clad in white leggings (yes, leggings) and huge pearl encrusted ugg boots.
I blame this on a bitter stylist or maybe he was just taking the piss. He began with a medley of the oldies: Let's Go Crazy, Controversy, Sign 'O the Times, etc.
Then he redeemed himself by re-entering in a classy white suit with big-collared red shirt beneath, and bathed the audience in smooth flowing and funky-as-hell jazz for the remainder of the evening, before ending with a mind-blowing Purple Rain.
Two and a half hours of heaven. Prince is better than ever.
I have even gone so far as to buy his much derided last album, which I had previously not considered purchasing as:
a) it is named The Rainbow Children
b) it's content is heavily religious.
Turns out, it is one of his best-ever albums - funk, jazz fusion concept album.
Our Prince of Pop has relinquished his crown for a more admirable musical credibility.
And I, for one, worship him for it.
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