Prince & 3rdEyeGirl
Ben Myers travels to Manchester from Calderdale and is wowed and wooed by yet another wonderful performance by Prince and 3rdeyegirl. He enthuses thus: “Prince has us in the palm of his hand…”
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to get through this thing called life. Electric word, life. It means forever and that’s a mighty long time…
A mighty long time indeed: so long that many of us have been able to sit back and watch the many phases of Prince with wonder for our entire lives – from the strutting teen debutante who looked like he had landed from another planet to invent the 1980s, to the ruffle-wearing Paisley Park dandy of the MTV era and on to the silver screen superstar who made an entire film out of petulantly leaping onto over-sized motorbikes and roaring off through neon back-street puddles. We’ve seen him evolve beyond the emancipated ‘slave’ of the 1990s, whose opposition to the cut-throat practices music industry seemed like folly at the time, but was actually the visionary work of a man who, like Elvis before him, was simply Taking Care Of Business. Then into the millennium Prince, casually embracing the internet and anonymity while others were busy embracing over-exposure and selfies.
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