Prince to play in Dublin
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I heard that Prince is not baptized yet. He, his wife, and Prince's father are unbaptized publishers.
Having reclaimed his name and settled his contractual dispute, you might imagine Prince would be content with being a middle-aged icon. But instead he's slinking around the stage in kitten-heel boots. Prince is having fun - and at our expense.
From his purple-hued 1980s heyday through to the perplexing symbol phase in the 1990s, Prince has churned out hits through a fog of questionable behaviour. Now, the man with the dirtiest mind in pop has become a Jehovah's Witness and banned the use of four-letter words in his songs. But despite the sober beige suite and sensible haircut, there's nothing he wants more than to party. And he parties hard, throwing himself into nearly three hours of jazz, funk and pop.
Prince's affection for brass has blossomed into sweaty passion, and although his lyrics are increasingly spiritual, he can still seduce like no one else. He flirts, flutters and mimes, inviting fans to dance with him on stage and playing guitar like a rock'n'roll demon.
His self-indulgence is diluted by alto-saxophonists Candy Dulfer and Maceo Parker, though songs such as Muse 2 The Pharaoh, with its rap vocals and cold keyboards, deaden the atmosphere swiftly. His choice of material appears whimsical. He begins When You Were Mine, only to abandon it. Strange Relationship is a reminder how little Prince's work has dated, but it goes on for too long. His version of Whole Lotta Love, however, is inspired, adding innuendo and lust where machismo once roared.
Prince's vocals are perfect. He plays up the jazz influences in Strolling, but Take Me With You and Raspberry Beret are evergreen classics. He goes unplugged for Seven and Pink Cashmere, his voice sliding from ragged urgency to lovesick puppy. He still has an axe to grind - notably against the media and radio stations' music policies - but as he sits on a stool, explaining the concept of call waiting with ease, good humour and incredible charm, before bursting into Alphabet Street, you can forgive him anything. Prince may not give us what we want, but what he offers is divine.
Prince plays the Point, Dublin, on Thursday. Box office: 00 353 1 836 3633.
Edited by - pomegranate on 7 October 2002 8:33:46
note to self: avoid Ireland until Prince goes away