Prince is King

I didn’t think I liked Prince.  I KNOW I didn’t like him when Purple Rain was new.  I actually went to the drive-in theater to see it.  I didn’t see it.  I don’t think I missed anything.  The dude is a tad overboard you know?  He’s like a little Little Richard.  Oddly enough I like Little Richard…  The funny thing is I really liked his halftime show at XLI.  A lot.

His guitar playing has improved over the years.  He used to just try to make as much noise as possible, where now he used the same techniques as an advantage not a distraction.  It doesn’t hurt that he picked a couple of good tunes to play.  Twin dancers doesn’t hurt either, although as soon as I saw the woman in the white cape run by, the first thing to run through my mind was “FREAK!”.  Then she sang.  I love when semi-talented musicians have enough confidence to surround themselves with talented musicians.  It deflates the ego balloon.

Now I find out some people are outraged.  WTF?  They think his shadow cast on the billowing sheet was phallic.  Well let me tell you something, a guitar hanging around waist level is phallic all by itself.  Jimi took the guitar as phallus to a new level.   I think people need to shut up.  I know that’s easier said than done with our so called “freedom of speech”, but give me a freaking break.  I’ll be honest, I didn’t mind seeing Janet Jacksons strangely shaped breast either.  Let’s try to focus on real issues and quit whining about things that don’t matter.  Let’s leave all 5′2″ of Prince alone, he needs all the help he can get.  Now if you don’t mind I’m going to party like it’s 1999.