Quite recently, I spoke ill of dwarves - and I also spoke ill of the Almighty - so I guess it's ironic that a few nights ago, a Jesus-freak purple clad midget made me wanna go back to Church and thank God (or some similar fictional figure).... He may be a Jehovah witness nowadays, and the quality of his last album may be highly questionable to say the least, but I'll worship him for a good while longer without any doubt.
I am speaking of course of the-artist-now-known-again-as Prince, hero of my childhood, spirit of my first erotic dreams, creator of the soundtrack to my life. On stage in London, this little dude really had me in a trance - working up a Black Sweat alright. "It's Friday night - do you know what I'm gonna do to this place?" - not so much a question to the audience as a mission statement. The mighty Maceo Parker led the early proceedings with the enthusiasm of a high priest on acid, the crowd was frantic....Dude, I actually had tears in my eyes at one point, I was that happy.
With over 25 years worth of material, there was plenty at this gig to keep the most discerning of Prince fans happy. For me the experience was almost religious (though with a deliciously heathen twist of course). "I don't care where we go, I don't care what we do..." It must have been an epiphany. Somehow thoughts flooded my mind about the genius of man, the power of music, the rights and wrongs of getting older, the importance of memories, the poetry of each moment. I wouldn't have gotten this deep on LSD, I'm quite sure. I'm going back to he 02 church to pray at the LoveSymbol-shaped altar again as soon as possible.
I am speaking of course of the-artist-now-known-again-as Prince, hero of my childhood, spirit of my first erotic dreams, creator of the soundtrack to my life. On stage in London, this little dude really had me in a trance - working up a Black Sweat alright. "It's Friday night - do you know what I'm gonna do to this place?" - not so much a question to the audience as a mission statement. The mighty Maceo Parker led the early proceedings with the enthusiasm of a high priest on acid, the crowd was frantic....Dude, I actually had tears in my eyes at one point, I was that happy.
With over 25 years worth of material, there was plenty at this gig to keep the most discerning of Prince fans happy. For me the experience was almost religious (though with a deliciously heathen twist of course). "I don't care where we go, I don't care what we do..." It must have been an epiphany. Somehow thoughts flooded my mind about the genius of man, the power of music, the rights and wrongs of getting older, the importance of memories, the poetry of each moment. I wouldn't have gotten this deep on LSD, I'm quite sure. I'm going back to he 02 church to pray at the LoveSymbol-shaped altar again as soon as possible.
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