Sasquatch re: Prince Covers Radiohead at Coachella
posted by April 28 at 11:05 AMon
I wish Prince were coming to Sasquatch.
Partly because critics are freaking out over his Coachella gig (Idolator: “Prince takes Coachella to school”), but mostly because I love Prince as an idea, as The Perfect American, but I’ve never seen him play.
And Prince doesn’t seem like the kind of musician you can really learn to love on records alone (unless you’re a kid, because kids have projectile imaginations that hurl them into the world of the record they’re listening to, which is why kids can and do fall in love with Prince in their bedrooms). But for stunted adults like me, who came to Prince late, the records are groovy but just don’t make it.
I need to see The Perfect American live.
Why the Perfect American? Because Prince is all things to all people, the ideal American synthesis—ethnically, sexually, gender-wise, fashion-wise. He’s a dandy and a rocker, a warm epicurean and a cold futurist. A prancing woodland creature in velvet and a slick technophile in vinyl. A decadent, Old-World aristocrat and a New-World evangelist for the democracy of the dance club.
(One of my favorite stories about Prince comes from a radio DJ, who used to DJ at clubs in Minneapolis. Prince would run into the club super early in the morning, after working all night on a new song, and hand the DJ a flimsy little test pressing to play. Then he’d stand in the center of the floor, listening and watching. This, Prince said, was the only way to know if a song would work—to hear it on big club speakers and to watch it on the bodies around him.)
Miles Davis adored him.
Charlie Murphy lost to him at basketball.
Tipper Gore founded the Parent Music Resource Center after she heard her 12-year-old daughter listening to “Darling Nikki.”
He actually convinced the American public to refer to him as “the Artist Formerly Known As Prince.”
He’s a hypersexed vegan Jehovah’s Witness.
Prince is America.
(Now all I have to do is learn to like his music…)