Such an appropriate picture for the guy who was directing our every move yesterday and well into today. He looks like such a puppetmaster.
The show was fantastic. We cabbed it downtown and were in line to get into the club before midnight. Doors were supposed to open at 11 p.m., but the Target Center show went late and for some reason we were left standing on the sidewalk, AGAIN, instead of inside spending money on booze. WTF First Ave.?
We got in close to 1:00 a.m. and he went on at about 2:30 and played until almost 4:00. So good, you guys. Everyone was predicting this early '80s/Purple Rain retrospective but we got none of that. Instead some gorgeous ballads, some new stuff, and covers of Chaka Khan and Sly and the Family Stone.
I have never gotten to know so many people so well without conversation. It felt like being in a sweaty, fleshy tortilla press most of the night, but folks were pretty genial and filled with the Prince love, so it was all right. He hasn't played First Ave. since 1987, and everyone was just so damn excited to be there. As he left the stage, he yelled, "Is this my hometown?" and we screamed the house down.