Gloriousness*

So the Prince concert. Yeah!

When you've been around as long as Prince has, I think you run the risk of sounding like a human juke-box, coverband, of yourself. Sure, you can do new music, but your fans want to hear those hits you did 20 years ago over & over again. When the new stuff comes up, they might like it, but then they want you to sing "Little Red Corvette" for the five bizillionth time again.

Prince, at the concert, played some of his new stuff. But even when he played his old stuff he made it sound new-- playing a sort of acoustic version of said "Little Red Corvette" where the audience sang much of it, while he looked on with expressions that, as my friend J said, would make even a committed heterosexual man say "Damn, I'd do him." (To which our committed heterosexual friend G said "that is not true; but I woulda done that sax player, cause that girl knew how to blow.") Yes. These are the conversations I have with friends.

Anyhoo. Prince was the fabulousest-- but don't go there expecting the human jukebox syndrome. He was really great really really really. And the concert rocked-- I was actually exhausted from dancing by the end. And even in the cheap seats, we had a great view of the stage (which was "in the round") and a great extra view of the giant TV screen which caught every expression and every eyebrow quirk (and a few eyebrow raisings when we sang off key). But he loved us anyway.

As the man said: "My name is Prince, and I am funky."

Oh yeah.

*I usually don't blog with other people helping, but the co-suggestions for titles included:

Starstruck

&

Night With An Icon

but I like my own title bestest. So in the interest of good relations, I post said title suggestions here.