Wednesday night, Aug 18, I watched Prince perform live. Granted it was hard to see him from my lonely perch, high atop the uppermost balcony seats at the Fleet Center in Boston. Regardless, the concert was an experience that I will remember long past the initial onset of Alzheimer's. However, as enjoyable as the evening was, a post-prince revelation concerns me. The song controversy, many years after its release, still holds a frightening amount of relevance. When I was in High School, I listened with the impressionable ears of youth, and was enraptured by Prince's pleas for peace. Never did I imagine that new wars would combine with a renewed cultural intolerance for race, sex and religion nearly two decades later and cause me to revisit these same sociological conundrums.
I mean, should I be buying purple paisley clothes and urging people to "Party Up" instead of letting this war (which is such a f**king bore) get us down? To quote:
"Because of their half-baked mistakes
We get ice cream
No cake
All lies
No truth
Is it fair to kill the youth?"
So, uncertain about whether or not this music-of-old has real meaning or not, or if perhaps this is just prepubescent nostalgia giving me a case of mid-life whiplash. Oh well no time to contemplate right now. You'll understand after I post my next update.