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The Prince concert was great. Excellent. ONe of the best concerts in memory. I loved it. $50 for nose bleed seats but I got a CD too. Played all the classics. Ended with Purple Rain. The paper said that the first night had a led zeppelin cover but maybe that's at the Paisley Park after-concert. I couldn't go. No ride. But yeah it was a good tie. Very diverse audience too. Sorry, holdover from college when everyone talked about being multicultural and diverse but no one did anything together in mixed groups except for those sterile roundtable discussions where "It's a Black Thing You Wouldn't Understand" shirts became the biggest problem next to naming sports teams after Indians. Of course if you ever named a team The Scalpers would you be talking about Indians or Ticket Master?
Yeah great time. It almost makes you forget that there was ever a shitty band called The Beatles.
Ray Charles tribute in between the band and the acoustic set. The acoustic set had a sing-along of Little Red Corvette. Sure he didn't get to the 'you must be a limousine' line but the rest of it was there. And so was the "let's get to ramming" line from "You Got the Look" and "Uh Uh was all I heard" was still in "Let's Go Crazy." Besides that Morris Day was singing an ode to Pimps so where's this sanitized JW Prince that everyone's been talking about. Sure there was no Darling Nikki, but neitehr did he sing "The Cross" or even "Looking for the Ladder" which were his religious songs from when he was a heathen. Well he's always been on that sex and G-d kick for as long as I've been a listener. I always found that cool and this was well before I had ever read Song of Songs. And besides that even when he was singing about heartbreak or breaking into a cover of Soul Man you could tell he was singing about fucking.
Of course good rock & roll is always about fucking. Which is why the Beatles suck because they never sing about fucking. You get to those Strawberry Fields and you'll be stuck among a bunch of asshole hippies.
And since I'm babbling - in the "what's your Prince story" category I must mention that there are generally THREE separate Prince stories told in variation.
1. Prince tried to pick up friend of friend at Glam Slam (it's now the Quest but the bar owner was friends with Prince in the late 80s and Prince let him use the song title for the bar - letting everyone think that it was Prince's bar) but she turned him down because he was skinny and rude. This one is the obvious bullshit as it's merely the variation on the Star Fucker story. But instead of Star Fucking the virtue is intact. Whether this is a uniquely Minnesotan phenomena or travels the world, the story of the girl that COULD have been a star fucker but became a Star Refuser instead has a special bitch power that bears repeating. The best variation is that Prince was on his hands and knees begging Sheena Easton for sex even after he bought her diamonds and fur coats and the like. Actually he also gave her a job with the "You Got the Look" song but maybe she was holding out for more exposure. Since her "9 to 5" (or "My Baby Takes the Morning Train") is one of thsoe rancid pop songs that just burrows its way into your head and won't let go.
2. Prince invited someone to Paisley Park and then locked her - it's almost always a her - into a room and screamed for a long time. This one is also PROBABLY bullshit but could be true. Tempermental artist with a Howard Hughes like need to keep his public image the only image that anyone sees (DId his kid live? Die? WHen did the first marriage break up? WHen did he move away from Minnesota? Whose this second wife? YOu'll never know) is rather prone to this kind of story as the radical insistance on keeping everything private private especially in a public figure sounds weird and unhinged. The first version of this story has Sinead O'Conner the victim of a Prince harangue. The problem with this scenario is that Prince would have to be pissy because the rock critics were loving her version of "Nothing Compares to You" better than his version. Of course he wrote the song. He gets the royalties.
On the other hand he has been known to publicly read bad reviews on stage and tear into the critics. Probably the main basis of such a story.
The second story involves a zine critic writing an article about Prince criticizing him for not singing the sex songs anymore (I don't know. Darling Nikki isn't that great of a song - and any girl named Nikki or even Mikki born between the years 1965 and 1979 has a good reason to hate Prince for writing that song - speaking of which - when she's masturbating with the magazine in the hotel lobby is she just reading it and fingering herself or is she shoving it up her crotch - I always assumed the latter but I heard the song very early in life when the thought of amorous paper cuts didn't phase me) and he called her as soon as the zine came out for an exclusive interview OFF THE RECORD to be held at Paisley Park immediately - and full of screaming after the first 10 minutes.
This was reported in City Pages. It's probably also bullshit for various reasons. One is that Prince isn't really sanitizing anything that I could tell. I thought that DMSM would replace the S for something else - but now it was Dance Music Sex Romance just as always. Second the writer doesn't sound like she writes for a zine that anyone reads besides her and her 10 friends. Third - Prince hardly ever gives interviews. The Minnesota Music Documentary on CHannel 2 in the late 80s had to interview his friends. They couldn't even get the rights to an interview he had done (that was the first place I had heard of the Replacements - they didn't do interviews either - of course now I have Paul Westerberg's DVD where he's talkign the entire time. I like his story about being on the same elevator with Kurt Cobain and both being too damn tired to talk to each other. The interviewer says "I would think he'd be dying to talk to you" and Westerberg goes "he was dying to be dying") and they contented themselves with Husker Du and The SUburbs as well as that band that sang "Totally Naked"
Last of all - what reporter is going to take an exclusive interview on the condition that it's Off the Record. There's no damn point to it.
The THird Prince Story is that Prince never pays his staff unless they pick him up and throw him around. That one is probably true. He likes to have complete control which works with the music (which makes the storyline of Purple Rain really funny since the ending has Prince singing the song "written by his bandmates" but in reality - totally written by him) but in business he tends to run things into the ground. 2 am meetings and weird marketing campaigns on his Web site. Sueing Web sites that talk about him - the man doesn't know his limitations since in one realm he really has no limintations.
But oh yeah - the concert was too damn great. First Soul Asylum concert was this good. Lollapaloooza 1 where I heard Siouxsie and the Banshees for the first and only time. I can't think of any concert this good.
Yeah great time. It almost makes you forget that there was ever a shitty band called The Beatles.
Ray Charles tribute in between the band and the acoustic set. The acoustic set had a sing-along of Little Red Corvette. Sure he didn't get to the 'you must be a limousine' line but the rest of it was there. And so was the "let's get to ramming" line from "You Got the Look" and "Uh Uh was all I heard" was still in "Let's Go Crazy." Besides that Morris Day was singing an ode to Pimps so where's this sanitized JW Prince that everyone's been talking about. Sure there was no Darling Nikki, but neitehr did he sing "The Cross" or even "Looking for the Ladder" which were his religious songs from when he was a heathen. Well he's always been on that sex and G-d kick for as long as I've been a listener. I always found that cool and this was well before I had ever read Song of Songs. And besides that even when he was singing about heartbreak or breaking into a cover of Soul Man you could tell he was singing about fucking.
Of course good rock & roll is always about fucking. Which is why the Beatles suck because they never sing about fucking. You get to those Strawberry Fields and you'll be stuck among a bunch of asshole hippies.
And since I'm babbling - in the "what's your Prince story" category I must mention that there are generally THREE separate Prince stories told in variation.
1. Prince tried to pick up friend of friend at Glam Slam (it's now the Quest but the bar owner was friends with Prince in the late 80s and Prince let him use the song title for the bar - letting everyone think that it was Prince's bar) but she turned him down because he was skinny and rude. This one is the obvious bullshit as it's merely the variation on the Star Fucker story. But instead of Star Fucking the virtue is intact. Whether this is a uniquely Minnesotan phenomena or travels the world, the story of the girl that COULD have been a star fucker but became a Star Refuser instead has a special bitch power that bears repeating. The best variation is that Prince was on his hands and knees begging Sheena Easton for sex even after he bought her diamonds and fur coats and the like. Actually he also gave her a job with the "You Got the Look" song but maybe she was holding out for more exposure. Since her "9 to 5" (or "My Baby Takes the Morning Train") is one of thsoe rancid pop songs that just burrows its way into your head and won't let go.
2. Prince invited someone to Paisley Park and then locked her - it's almost always a her - into a room and screamed for a long time. This one is also PROBABLY bullshit but could be true. Tempermental artist with a Howard Hughes like need to keep his public image the only image that anyone sees (DId his kid live? Die? WHen did the first marriage break up? WHen did he move away from Minnesota? Whose this second wife? YOu'll never know) is rather prone to this kind of story as the radical insistance on keeping everything private private especially in a public figure sounds weird and unhinged. The first version of this story has Sinead O'Conner the victim of a Prince harangue. The problem with this scenario is that Prince would have to be pissy because the rock critics were loving her version of "Nothing Compares to You" better than his version. Of course he wrote the song. He gets the royalties.
On the other hand he has been known to publicly read bad reviews on stage and tear into the critics. Probably the main basis of such a story.
The second story involves a zine critic writing an article about Prince criticizing him for not singing the sex songs anymore (I don't know. Darling Nikki isn't that great of a song - and any girl named Nikki or even Mikki born between the years 1965 and 1979 has a good reason to hate Prince for writing that song - speaking of which - when she's masturbating with the magazine in the hotel lobby is she just reading it and fingering herself or is she shoving it up her crotch - I always assumed the latter but I heard the song very early in life when the thought of amorous paper cuts didn't phase me) and he called her as soon as the zine came out for an exclusive interview OFF THE RECORD to be held at Paisley Park immediately - and full of screaming after the first 10 minutes.
This was reported in City Pages. It's probably also bullshit for various reasons. One is that Prince isn't really sanitizing anything that I could tell. I thought that DMSM would replace the S for something else - but now it was Dance Music Sex Romance just as always. Second the writer doesn't sound like she writes for a zine that anyone reads besides her and her 10 friends. Third - Prince hardly ever gives interviews. The Minnesota Music Documentary on CHannel 2 in the late 80s had to interview his friends. They couldn't even get the rights to an interview he had done (that was the first place I had heard of the Replacements - they didn't do interviews either - of course now I have Paul Westerberg's DVD where he's talkign the entire time. I like his story about being on the same elevator with Kurt Cobain and both being too damn tired to talk to each other. The interviewer says "I would think he'd be dying to talk to you" and Westerberg goes "he was dying to be dying") and they contented themselves with Husker Du and The SUburbs as well as that band that sang "Totally Naked"
Last of all - what reporter is going to take an exclusive interview on the condition that it's Off the Record. There's no damn point to it.
The THird Prince Story is that Prince never pays his staff unless they pick him up and throw him around. That one is probably true. He likes to have complete control which works with the music (which makes the storyline of Purple Rain really funny since the ending has Prince singing the song "written by his bandmates" but in reality - totally written by him) but in business he tends to run things into the ground. 2 am meetings and weird marketing campaigns on his Web site. Sueing Web sites that talk about him - the man doesn't know his limitations since in one realm he really has no limintations.
But oh yeah - the concert was too damn great. First Soul Asylum concert was this good. Lollapaloooza 1 where I heard Siouxsie and the Banshees for the first and only time. I can't think of any concert this good.
