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Reply #60 posted 10/12/18 2:41am

Lovejunky

ufoclub said:

damn, I am not in the same boat as you two... it affected my like my own limb was cut off, or my family stomped to death.

Yep...

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Reply #61 posted 10/12/18 3:20am

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smoothcriminal12 said:

Yeaaaaaah no, I was eating breakfast at a restaurant and when I heard the news I ran to the bathroom and shed a few tears lol

didnt ran to a bathroom....i cried big tears right on the street lol

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Reply #62 posted 10/12/18 4:17am

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PeteSilas said:



EmmaMcG said:


PeteSilas said:


he was in that bad of shape where he'd suddenly die onstage? I don't believe that, joint issues won't kill you on the spot, they'll just make you wish you were dead. And he had to be in sad decline if he couldn't do a couple songs, i believe it. He got himself in a helluva pickle. They say Prince cancelled his rehearsals when MJ died and someone, forget who, snarkily assumed it was because he was gonna try to kick the opioids, anyone remember? shit i listen to too much of this info.



Well I didn't believe it at the time but considering this comes from people who were working with him every day, I think they'd probably know more about his condition than we would. I can't speak for how Prince reacted to the news of MJ's death but I met Prince in Denmark in 2011 and I thought he looked pretty healthy at the time. Maybe he had taken a break from the painkillers or perhaps he hadn't yet become so dependent on them.

they say prince od'd in 2011 so he probably wasn't that healthy. I find it interesting that some of the guys like morris hays will not speak about the drugs, not that he should or shouldn't but it's obvious that he's stipulated that before his interviews.



I didn't know about the overdose in 2011 but he definitely LOOKED in good shape. And he'd need all the stamina in the world to keep up with that young woman who was on his arm that night. razz
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Reply #63 posted 10/12/18 12:56pm

PeteSilas

EmmaMcG said:

PeteSilas said:

they say prince od'd in 2011 so he probably wasn't that healthy. I find it interesting that some of the guys like morris hays will not speak about the drugs, not that he should or shouldn't but it's obvious that he's stipulated that before his interviews.

I didn't know about the overdose in 2011 but he definitely LOOKED in good shape. And he'd need all the stamina in the world to keep up with that young woman who was on his arm that night. razz

ya, he looked fine, up until about 2014 or whenever the arsenio interview was. I got kicked off of here when I went on a thread and guys were talking about glitter on his eyes and thick makeup, just vile and I went ballistic and got banned. He likewise looked way better than 99.9 percent of 50 something in that tribute to him on bet.

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Reply #64 posted 10/12/18 1:52pm

jcurley

God mj even mentioned in Princes death. Never get how you can be ibsessed with MJ n be into Prince. Listening to MJ pop songs where would you find the same stimulation in Prince? Cream Diamonds and Pearls. Like saying your obsessed with Madonna but saying you really like Chopin. Just seems schizo to me
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Reply #65 posted 10/12/18 2:20pm

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God mj even mentioned in Princes death. Never get how you can be ibsessed with MJ n be into Prince. Listening to MJ pop songs where would you find the same stimulation in Prince? Cream Diamonds and Pearls. Like saying your obsessed with Madonna but saying you really like Chopin. Just seems schizo to me

Oh, dear me. I love all kinds of music. I must be schizo!
Or maybe just open minded? ūüėé‚úƂ̧
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Reply #66 posted 10/12/18 2:41pm

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Im not an emotional guy and I was blindsided by how much it affected me. Still does. I just watched the Revolution play in Chicago and was moved at times. His death affected me like i lost a close friend. His music has been a part of my identity, for lack of a better description, for over 25 years.

If you wouldve asked me 1 day before his death how I wouldve felt, my response wouldve been nothing compared to the reality. I underestimated the importance of that dude and his music in my life. Im gratefull and wish he was still here.

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Reply #67 posted 10/12/18 4:27pm

jcurley

Mackopolis44 said:

jcurley said:

God mj even mentioned in Princes death. Never get how you can be ibsessed with MJ n be into Prince. Listening to MJ pop songs where would you find the same stimulation in Prince? Cream Diamonds and Pearls. Like saying your obsessed with Madonna but saying you really like Chopin. Just seems schizo to me

Oh, dear me. I love all kinds of music. I must be schizo!
Or maybe just open minded? ūüėé‚úƂ̧


Its not about being open minded. It genuinely depresses me. I cant listen to MJ because of it. Was and still am tired of the name check. MJ is about fun consumptin and thats fine. But from 1984 oneards ive been forced to analyse him because of name check. To compare him to Prince is ridiculous and massively reduces Princes scope. It just feels mathematically stupid.
I love pop music too but i dont put it as equal because i like it. Thats actually more arrogant.
Poor Prince
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Reply #68 posted 10/12/18 5:31pm

PeteSilas

jcurley said:

God mj even mentioned in Princes death. Never get how you can be ibsessed with MJ n be into Prince. Listening to MJ pop songs where would you find the same stimulation in Prince? Cream Diamonds and Pearls. Like saying your obsessed with Madonna but saying you really like Chopin. Just seems schizo to me

they were contemporaries and peers, MJ wasn't a musician or instrumentalist i should say. his songwriting, his production skills, his stage show, along with the pioneering of video and I have to say, would there even have been an audience for PR without thriller? Mj revitalized the business, he created a need to fill a competive void(s) springsteen benefitted too. it was all about hugeness and vids. and lets not forget, michael broke color barriers. both respected each other, watched each other, talked shit about each other, referenced each other. Prince was more fearless of course and innovative musically but I think it's silly to be insulted by the comparison, MJ was a helluva an artist, and he was more subversive than Prince, Billy Jean is a blues song, not a pop song.

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Reply #69 posted 10/12/18 7:04pm

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I can get where you're coming from OP, I feel that way nowadays when musicians and pop culture people I grew up on pass away. I guess it's reasonable to form some manner of emotional attachment to pop culture, for many of us music was a part of our identities growing up and a spatio-temporal recursion of past triumphs and future traumas, but time erodes all dispositions and you reach a point in life when they all start dropping off in clumps yet I'm dulled by the realistion that I'm just getting old. When news came through that Whacko Jacko died I could barely finish my lunch, but 7 years on with PRN and then Attrell Cordes passing, it simply instantiated the denouement of their musical narratives and the cognizance of inevitability, which supersedes all of our futile clings to whimsy.

music I'm afraid of Americans. I'm afraid of the world. music
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Reply #70 posted 10/13/18 2:49am

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MattyJam said:

Apologies for the blunt subject matter, but I am just being honest.

When he died, I didn't experience any of the emotions I thought I would. I would see all the tributes, all the fans mourning, all the posts of grief on the org and I couldn't relate to any of it. I had been a huge Prince fan since the mid-90s, and I had listened to his music constantly from then right up until his death. I was even listening to a Prince album when I heard about his passing. But when I found out he had died, it left me cold. I didn't play him hardly at all at the time and when I did return to listening to him, it didn't trigger any emotions in me that way it did when MJ or Bowie died. I know this sounds cold, but I couldn't and still don't understand why I wasn't more upset about his passing.

I think having been a mega MJ fan my entire life, my grief was all spent out in 2009 as MJ's death really cut me up and then a bunch of other artists I loved died shortly before Prince, like Bowie (which really upset me) and Scott Weiland (who I really loved), so by the time Prince came around, I just felt numb to it.

I never quite understood why I felt this way, as I was always a far bigger Prince fan than those other artists. Prince and MJ were both like Gods to me growing up, and I've probably spent more time listening to Prince's music than any other musician/artist/band.

Did anyone else experience something similar to this?

I feel this way: The Prince we know and love wasn't the real human guy.

Most of us know and love the persona, the art, the music. All of that is still very much alive.

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It is well documented that Prince's poured his true self (thoughts/feelings/insecurities/humor) into his music and lyrics. The end result? I feel very grateful that Prince crafted his art in such a way that we can still have him when he's in "the afterworld." Especially considering how much of it we have yet to hear. Selfish as it may sound, we are still getting an album of new Prince music every year or so.

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Bottom line: If you ever want Prince, just push the play button. You'll always find him in the music.


And it's pretty close to a damn miracle.
Like the Mountains video is actually a thing.

I have to start a thread on minnesotan "stars". What is it with them? Where does the insane work ethic come from?
Charles M. Schulz, Robert Zimmerman and Prince Rogers Nelson all have in common to produce like maniacs, and to pour a lot of their personal experiences into their art, making it more than mere entertainment. Through biography comes reflection. You could say that all art bends that way, but that's not true. These three are self-psychoanalysts. They go deep. They do not shy away from feelings of boredomness, jealousy, envy, desire, all things usually put on the periphery by the entertainment industry. They put out and on a lot of masks, and then they deconstruct them one by one.

What is it with this state?


The Colors R brighter, the Bond is much tighter
No Child's a failure
Until the Blue Sailboat sails him away from his dreams
Don't Ever Lose, Don't Ever Lose
Don't Ever Lose Your Dreams
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Reply #71 posted 10/13/18 3:17am

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spacedolphin said:

I can get where you're coming from OP, I feel that way nowadays when musicians and pop culture people I grew up on pass away. I guess it's reasonable to form some manner of emotional attachment to pop culture, for many of us music was a part of our identities growing up and a spatio-temporal recursion of past triumphs and future traumas, but time erodes all dispositions and you reach a point in life when they all start dropping off in clumps yet I'm dulled by the realistion that I'm just getting old. When news came through that Whacko Jacko died I could barely finish my lunch, but 7 years on with PRN and then Attrell Cordes passing, it simply instantiated the denouement of their musical narratives and the cognizance of inevitability, which supersedes all of our futile clings to whimsy.


Presumably-Clouds-inspired thougts aside, it's quite simple.
Just because we claim the Prince fan title does not mean our sensibilities are wired the same.
Nonetheless, this is one of the most intense artists ever we're talking about, so it's fair to assume we all are a bit intense, but who's to say? Everyone hangs round here for different reasons.

I'll be blunt and harsh: if at some point you did not break up, you may not be a true fan, and that's fine (putting MJ on the same level of PRN, as the OP's avatar seems to imply, is a little disturbing to me, but that's just me).
By "true fan", I don't mean an anal retentive collector. A true fan is someone who can testify her brain cells were rearranged by Prince's music, and can't help to be grateful, and again, and again.

Grateful for the superpowers he gave us: to shake your ass and wear a smile even (and especially) when your day was shit. Or to confort yourself, to ease the pain, to share it, when you're sinking low in the World Series Of Love. That's huge.

Prince's music is a therapy that can be passed along. No wonder he represented a watchtower for the mavericks and the outsiders: they're usually the ones who got it hard early on in life. Fuck'em anxiolytics, daffodills and pills, Prince's Work is a swiss-knife that helps you cut through this thing called life, chem free, aside from your own endorphin. "Purple Rain" the motion picture is all about overcoming personal struggles, by exposing them on stage for everyone to witness. In other words, the world we're gathered in, here, today, either you go to the shrink, or you find some way to express your feelings, whatever they may be, because you don't want to let them stay inside for too long, they eventually rot and stain the whole picture, if you can dig it.

The intensity Prince conveyed was the mid-eighties wake-up call for a whole nation: Suddenly, America was so much more than Reagan and family values. It was MLK winning through Prince, the only and true "A Star Is Born" act, a black kid from the Marlboro Country where he didn't stand a chance in the first place. But he's the true genuine American Dream, it's right there. From the Minnie suburbs to the Superbowl.

Making it, by working hard. You don't perform in a tropical storm with such apparent nonchalance without a thousand flight hours behind, some inevitably in rough conditions. "Purple Rain" and Carl Lewis stealing all the medals in 1984, it was a much needed storm. But equality is not the main point. Community insulation is just some social handicap that can be overcome with dedication (work is a big topic in PR, it's always about the gigs, rehearsing a song. Becoming a porfessional musician is no piece of cake), and if that doesn't succeed, well, crash a white folks party. Prince is a firm believer as "fun" being the ultimate social leveller, the feeling that must govern everything. By intent: he's no fool, but he works hard at always channeling his social and political views under the prism of Fun. "Ronnie" ain't "Russians". The only drama Prince goes for is when he's got a broken heart. He doesn't need to steal a dead Russian composer melody, or bring children to the table, to make a point about denuclearization.

Prince Rogers Nelson is the incarnation of the American Dream at its purest. It wins with Love and Sound only. No politics. Purple Rain tells a tale of an American under Reagan that is somewhat poor, the wrong color, a DIY believer, on the edge of town, with a society around him that seems willing to suppress raw feelings and expression by any means.

[DOOR SLAMS OPEN]
‚ÄĒ What the fuck is wrong with you kid?
‚ÄĒ That's life, man.

There you have it, quite simple. Prince brought "life" back to show-business.
He brought this life into arenas, where John Doe is suddenly questioned about God during a pagan mass.
He brought this life into the awards, where live music broadcast standards suddenly changed for ever.
He brought life back, wearing sexual desire like a flag, not something to be ashamed of.

Michael may have started the excitement with Thriller, but Thriller's subjects are either about saccharine, false balls or star stalking. Startin' somethin', except we don't know what the something is. There's not much cred to the whole story, especially coming from an album whose role was to "save the industry" (such an artistic statement).
It's not an album that comes from the guts, it's an accidental channel for an ex-molested child frustration (the hiccups, the screams) who wants revenge over his father and Berry Gordy, painstakingly crafted by a soon-to-be Ol' fart of the profession. These are people who take themselves very seriously. How sincere is the creativity of the whole process, in the end? Thriller was reworked and reworked and reworked, and the songs left behind are just plain eighties crap, simply inaudible, ridiculous generic radio soon-forgotten wannabe hits.

Thriller is, for the most part, made of songs written by other people. Other experiences. Michael having a bite of New York, what a laugh! Showing your face at Studio 54 certainly does not mean you're living it. You're just there to understand which beats make people move on the dancefloor. But let's leave Michael and his wasted career opportunities aside. He chose to be a star first, and a musician next. But the difference with Prince is abysmal. Michael had superpowers, but it didn't do much with them after he was fed. Prince stayed fucking hungry. He stayed alive.

Prince has either a lasting, permanent impact on your life, or he doesn't. And that's fine. But once you're really in, this is not just mere music, this is a trip. It's not something meant to be quietly played in Malls of America. It's not "We Are The World", it's a more alarming "The World Is High". It's not "The Voice" cover material. It's everything but the innocuous tapestry pop music usually is, even at its most "provocative".

Of all the pop stars, system-controlled, liberalism-brain-washed western kids could pick from at the turn of the millenium, it was Prince that gave them best experience of all, and by far: Myriads of characters, women, lots of them (and proud to be one, you too), tons of colors, dramas, self-deprecations, comedies, parodies, liturgies, acrobacies, costumes, vaudevilles, vindication, love and hate and above all, Soul.

If you feel like you're a "true fan" (whatever the fuck that means) but you haven't cried still, one day you will.
A song's gonna get you by surprise and floor you. But that happens mostly for people who live music as intensely as Prince, people who jump instantly into Prince's brain the moment they hear a song's start, people who can't help ass-wiggling, people who can't help the funk face, people who feel like they're hearing every single of the 64 channels on "The Exodus Has Begun" for a brief, ecstatic apocalyptic moment, people who can't help shed a tear at all the generosity and variety and failures and triumphs and boasts and whispers of a brave, brave human being. A man who squeezed himself like crazy, till the last (mike) drop. Just to daily thank someone (God? Us? You?) for al the gifts he had received.


[Edited 10/13/18 7:46am]

The Colors R brighter, the Bond is much tighter
No Child's a failure
Until the Blue Sailboat sails him away from his dreams
Don't Ever Lose, Don't Ever Lose
Don't Ever Lose Your Dreams
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Reply #72 posted 10/13/18 7:43am

poppys

bonatoc said:

spacedolphin said:

I can get where you're coming from OP, I feel that way nowadays when musicians and pop culture people I grew up on pass away. I guess it's reasonable to form some manner of emotional attachment to pop culture, for many of us music was a part of our identities growing up and a spatio-temporal recursion of past triumphs and future traumas, but time erodes all dispositions and you reach a point in life when they all start dropping off in clumps yet I'm dulled by the realistion that I'm just getting old. When news came through that Whacko Jacko died I could barely finish my lunch, but 7 years on with PRN and then Attrell Cordes passing, it simply instantiated the denouement of their musical narratives and the cognizance of inevitability, which supersedes all of our futile clings to whimsy.


Presumably-Clouds-inspired thougts aside, it's quite simple.
Just because we claim the Prince fan title does not mean our sensibilities are wired the same.
Nonetheless, this is one of the most intense artists ever we're talking about, so it's fair to assume we all are a bit intense, but who's to say? Everyone hangs round here for different reasons.

I'll be blunt and harsh: if at some point you did not break up, you may not be a true fan, and that's fine (putting MJ on the same level of PRN, as the OP's avatar seems to imply, is a little disturbing to me, but that's just me).
By "true fan", I don't mean an anal retentive collector. A true fan is someone who can testify her brain cells were rearranged by Prince's music, and can't help to be grateful, and again, and again.

Grateful for the superpowers he gave us: to shake your ass and wear a smile even (and especially) when your day was shit. Or to confort yourself, to ease the pain, to share it, when you're sinking low in the World Series Of Love. That's huge.

Prince's music is a therapy that can be passed along. No wonder he represented a watchtower for the mavericks and the outsiders: they're usually the ones who got it hard early on in life. Fuck'em anxiolytics, dafodills and pills, Prince's Work is a swiss-knife that can help to cut through this thing called life. "Purple Rain" is all about overcoming personal struggles by exposing them on stage. In other words, the world we're gathered here today, either you go to the shrink, or you try to find creative ways to channel your impulses and not let them stay inside for too long, because they rot and eventually stain the whole picture, if you dig it.

The intensity Prince conveyed was the mid-eighties wake-up call for a whole nation: Suddenly, America was so much more than Reagan and family values. It was MLK winning through Prince, the only and true "A Star Is Born" act, a black kid from the Marlboro Country where he didn't stand a chance in the first place. But he's the true genuine American Dream, it's right there. From the Minnie suburbs to the Superbowl.

Making it, by working hard. You don't perform in a tropical storm with such apparent nonchalance without a thousand flight hours behind, some inevitably in rough conditions. "Purple Rain" and Carl Lewis stealing all the medals in 1984, it was a much needed storm. But equality is not the main point. Community insulation is just some social handicap that can be overcome with dedication (work is a big topic in PR, it's always about the gigs, rehearsing a song. Becoming a porfessional musician is no piece of cake), and if that doesn't succeed, well, crash a white folks party. Prince is a firm believer as "fun" being the ultimate social leveller, the feeling that must govern everything. By intent: he's no fool, but he works hard at always channeling his social and political views under the prism of Fun. "Ronnie" ain't "Russians". The only drama Prince goes for is when he's got a broken heart. He doesn't need to steal a dead Russian composer melody, or bring children to the table, to make a point about denuclearization.

Prince Rogers Nelson is the incarnation of the American Dream at its purest. It wins with Love and Sound only. No politics. Purple Rain tells a tale of an American under Reagan that is somewhat poor, the wrong color, a DIY believer, on the edge of town, with a society around him that seems willing to suppress raw feelings and expression by any means.

[DOOR SLAMS OPEN]
‚ÄĒ What the fuck is wrong with you kid?
‚ÄĒ That's life, man.

There you have it, quite simple. Prince brought "life" back to show-business.
He brought this life into arenas, where John Doe is suddenly questioned about God during a pagan mass.
He brought this life into the awards, where live music broadcast standards suddenly changed for ever.
He brought life back, wearing sexual desire like a flag, not something to be ashamed of.

Michael may have started the excitement with Thriller, but Thriller's subjects are either about saccharine, false balls or star stalking. Startin' somethin', except we don't know what the something is. There's not much cred to the whole story, especially coming from an album whose role was to "save the industry" (such an artistic statement).
It's not an album that comes from the guts, it's an accidental channel for an ex-molested child frustration (the hiccups, the screams) who wants revenge over his father and Berry Gordy, painstakingly crafted by a soon-to-be Ol' fart of the profession. These are people who take themselves very seriously. How sincere is the creativity of the whole process, in the end? Thriller was reworked and reworked and reworked, and the songs left behind are just plain eighties crap, simply inaudible, ridiculous generic radio soon-forgotten wannabe hits.

Thriller is, for the most part, made of songs written by other people. Other experiences. Michael having a bite of New York, what a laugh! Showing your face at Studio 54 certainly does not mean you're living it. You're just there to understand which beats make people move on the dancefloor. But let's leave Michael and his wasted career opportunities aside. He chose to be a star first, and a musician next. But the difference with Prince is abysmal. Michael had superpowers, but it didn't do much with them after he was fed. Prince stayed fucking hungry. He stayed alive.

Prince has either a lasting, permanent impact on your life, or he doesn't. And that's fine. But once you're really in, this is not just mere music, this is a trip. It's not something meant to be quietly played in Malls of America. It's not "We Are The World", it's a more alarming "The World Is High". It's not "The Voice" cover material. It's everything but the innocuous tapestry pop music usually is, even at its most "provocative".

Of all the pop stars, system-controlled, liberalism-brain-washed western kids could pick from at the turn of the millenium, it was Prince that gave them best experience of all, and by far: Myriads of characters, women, lots of them (and proud to be one, you too), tons of colors, dramas, self-deprecations, comedies, parodies, liturgies, acrobacies, costumes, vaudevilles, vindication, love and hate and above all, Soul.

If you feel like you're a "true fan" (whatever the fuck that means) but you haven't cried still, one day you will. A song's gonna get you by surprise and floor you.

But that happens mostly for people who live music as intensely as Prince, people who jump instantly into Prince's brain the moment they hear a song's start, people who can't help ass-wiggling, people who can't help the funk face, people who feel like they're hearing every single of the 64 channels on "The Exodus Has Begun" for a brief, ecstatic apocalyptic moment, people who can't help shed a tear at all the generosity and variety and failures and triumphs and boasts and whispers of a brave, brave human being. A man who squeezed himself like crazy, till the last (mike) drop. Just to daily thank someone (God? Us? You?) for all the gifts he had received.



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Reply #73 posted 10/13/18 11:17am

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bonatoc said:



spacedolphin said:


I can get where you're coming from OP, I feel that way nowadays when musicians and pop culture people I grew up on pass away. I guess it's reasonable to form some manner of emotional attachment to pop culture, for many of us music was a part of our identities growing up and a spatio-temporal recursion of past triumphs and future traumas, but time erodes all dispositions and you reach a point in life when they all start dropping off in clumps yet I'm dulled by the realistion that I'm just getting old. When news came through that Whacko Jacko died I could barely finish my lunch, but 7 years on with PRN and then Attrell Cordes passing, it simply instantiated the denouement of their musical narratives and the cognizance of inevitability, which supersedes all of our futile clings to whimsy.




Presumably-Clouds-inspired thougts aside, it's quite simple.
Just because we claim the Prince fan title does not mean our sensibilities are wired the same.
Nonetheless, this is one of the most intense artists ever we're talking about, so it's fair to assume we all are a bit intense, but who's to say? Everyone hangs round here for different reasons.

I'll be blunt and harsh: if at some point you did not break up, you may not be a true fan, and that's fine (putting MJ on the same level of PRN, as the OP's avatar seems to imply, is a little disturbing to me, but that's just me).
By "true fan", I don't mean an anal retentive collector. A true fan is someone who can testify her brain cells were rearranged by Prince's music, and can't help to be grateful, and again, and again.

Grateful for the superpowers he gave us: to shake your ass and wear a smile even (and especially) when your day was shit. Or to confort yourself, to ease the pain, to share it, when you're sinking low in the World Series Of Love. That's huge.

Prince's music is a therapy that can be passed along. No wonder he represented a watchtower for the mavericks and the outsiders: they're usually the ones who got it hard early on in life. Fuck'em anxiolytics, daffodills and pills, Prince's Work is a swiss-knife that helps you cut through this thing called life, chem free, aside from your own endorphin. "Purple Rain" the motion picture is all about overcoming personal struggles, by exposing them on stage for everyone to witness. In other words, the world we're gathered in, here, today, either you go to the shrink, or you find some way to express your feelings, whatever they may be, because you don't want to let them stay inside for too long, they eventually rot and stain the whole picture, if you can dig it.

The intensity Prince conveyed was the mid-eighties wake-up call for a whole nation: Suddenly, America was so much more than Reagan and family values. It was MLK winning through Prince, the only and true "A Star Is Born" act, a black kid from the Marlboro Country where he didn't stand a chance in the first place. But he's the true genuine American Dream, it's right there. From the Minnie suburbs to the Superbowl.

Making it, by working hard. You don't perform in a tropical storm with such apparent nonchalance without a thousand flight hours behind, some inevitably in rough conditions. "Purple Rain" and Carl Lewis stealing all the medals in 1984, it was a much needed storm. But equality is not the main point. Community insulation is just some social handicap that can be overcome with dedication (work is a big topic in PR, it's always about the gigs, rehearsing a song. Becoming a porfessional musician is no piece of cake), and if that doesn't succeed, well, crash a white folks party. Prince is a firm believer as "fun" being the ultimate social leveller, the feeling that must govern everything. By intent: he's no fool, but he works hard at always channeling his social and political views under the prism of Fun. "Ronnie" ain't "Russians". The only drama Prince goes for is when he's got a broken heart. He doesn't need to steal a dead Russian composer melody, or bring children to the table, to make a point about denuclearization.

Prince Rogers Nelson is the incarnation of the American Dream at its purest. It wins with Love and Sound only. No politics. Purple Rain tells a tale of an American under Reagan that is somewhat poor, the wrong color, a DIY believer, on the edge of town, with a society around him that seems willing to suppress raw feelings and expression by any means.

[DOOR SLAMS OPEN]
‚ÄĒ What the fuck is wrong with you kid?
‚ÄĒ That's life, man.

There you have it, quite simple. Prince brought "life" back to show-business.
He brought this life into arenas, where John Doe is suddenly questioned about God during a pagan mass.
He brought this life into the awards, where live music broadcast standards suddenly changed for ever.
He brought life back, wearing sexual desire like a flag, not something to be ashamed of.

Michael may have started the excitement with Thriller, but Thriller's subjects are either about saccharine, false balls or star stalking. Startin' somethin', except we don't know what the something is. There's not much cred to the whole story, especially coming from an album whose role was to "save the industry" (such an artistic statement).
It's not an album that comes from the guts, it's an accidental channel for an ex-molested child frustration (the hiccups, the screams) who wants revenge over his father and Berry Gordy, painstakingly crafted by a soon-to-be Ol' fart of the profession. These are people who take themselves very seriously. How sincere is the creativity of the whole process, in the end? Thriller was reworked and reworked and reworked, and the songs left behind are just plain eighties crap, simply inaudible, ridiculous generic radio soon-forgotten wannabe hits.

Thriller is, for the most part, made of songs written by other people. Other experiences. Michael having a bite of New York, what a laugh! Showing your face at Studio 54 certainly does not mean you're living it. You're just there to understand which beats make people move on the dancefloor. But let's leave Michael and his wasted career opportunities aside. He chose to be a star first, and a musician next. But the difference with Prince is abysmal. Michael had superpowers, but it didn't do much with them after he was fed. Prince stayed fucking hungry. He stayed alive.

Prince has either a lasting, permanent impact on your life, or he doesn't. And that's fine. But once you're really in, this is not just mere music, this is a trip. It's not something meant to be quietly played in Malls of America. It's not "We Are The World", it's a more alarming "The World Is High". It's not "The Voice" cover material. It's everything but the innocuous tapestry pop music usually is, even at its most "provocative".

Of all the pop stars, system-controlled, liberalism-brain-washed western kids could pick from at the turn of the millenium, it was Prince that gave them best experience of all, and by far: Myriads of characters, women, lots of them (and proud to be one, you too), tons of colors, dramas, self-deprecations, comedies, parodies, liturgies, acrobacies, costumes, vaudevilles, vindication, love and hate and above all, Soul.

If you feel like you're a "true fan" (whatever the fuck that means) but you haven't cried still, one day you will.
A song's gonna get you by surprise and floor you. But that happens mostly for people who live music as intensely as Prince, people who jump instantly into Prince's brain the moment they hear a song's start, people who can't help ass-wiggling, people who can't help the funk face, people who feel like they're hearing every single of the 64 channels on "The Exodus Has Begun" for a brief, ecstatic apocalyptic moment, people who can't help shed a tear at all the generosity and variety and failures and triumphs and boasts and whispers of a brave, brave human being. A man who squeezed himself like crazy, till the last (mike) drop. Just to daily thank someone (God? Us? You?) for al the gifts he had received.







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That was one of the best posts I've ever read here. It puts into perspective just how deep and bold an artist he was and why so many were touched by this man. I always thought Prince was a beacon of hope for the lost children of the world.
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Reply #74 posted 10/13/18 12:12pm

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"A man who squeezed himself like crazy until the last mic drop"

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Mattyjam, if you ever find half an hour straight of your time, put your headphones on and go through this without skipping.
It's shredded by ads, it's lo-fi, but the performance cuts through the 128ko, so sharply tears came to my eyes during "Shhh".
Must be the slow buildup until this moment. It's an emotional rollercoaster.

Andy is far from perfect, at first the songs float a little, you have to follow it live, the spirit is too strong, confidence builds beat after beat ; this french TV broadcast is such a Telecaster statement it makes the R'n'R HOF performance sound kinda lame in comparison.

In Paris, Prince is surrounded by his musicians and the fans, who came for the music, not for the cocktail or the prizes. He's relaxed. He just has to let go. His hands seem to move by themselves. At times, he evokes the pyrotechnics of Small Club like with a "yeah, I can do that sound and scales whenever I feel like" smirk. But there isn't a single second of show off, by 2011 he's a very mature guitarist, with a palette of expressions too vast to grasp in one pass. It just flows out of him and John and Ida and Morris, it's riveting.
Songs get transcended by one solo better than the other, and the punchy performance everyone delivers in the back. "Peach" is a locomotive gone mad. "Anotherloverholenyohead" is Bungee jumping until the solo soars like some swan unfolding over the bridge.
It's one of these beautiful nights.

If seeing Prince cool as ever, humble, cocky, thankful, at peace with himself and in full posession of his superpowers
doesn't at least make you want to clear your throat a bit during "Shhh", even amidst shitty commercials, to quote Morris Day: "I don't want to see you no mo'!".

The Colors R brighter, the Bond is much tighter
No Child's a failure
Until the Blue Sailboat sails him away from his dreams
Don't Ever Lose, Don't Ever Lose
Don't Ever Lose Your Dreams
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Reply #76 posted 10/13/18 1:35pm

purplefam99

bonatoc said:

spacedolphin said:

I can get where you're coming from OP, I feel that way nowadays when musicians and pop culture people I grew up on pass away. I guess it's reasonable to form some manner of emotional attachment to pop culture, for many of us music was a part of our identities growing up and a spatio-temporal recursion of past triumphs and future traumas, but time erodes all dispositions and you reach a point in life when they all start dropping off in clumps yet I'm dulled by the realistion that I'm just getting old. When news came through that Whacko Jacko died I could barely finish my lunch, but 7 years on with PRN and then Attrell Cordes passing, it simply instantiated the denouement of their musical narratives and the cognizance of inevitability, which supersedes all of our futile clings to whimsy.


Presumably-Clouds-inspired thougts aside, it's quite simple.
Just because we claim the Prince fan title does not mean our sensibilities are wired the same.
Nonetheless, this is one of the most intense artists ever we're talking about, so it's fair to assume we all are a bit intense, but who's to say? Everyone hangs round here for different reasons.

I'll be blunt and harsh: if at some point you did not break up, you may not be a true fan, and that's fine (putting MJ on the same level of PRN, as the OP's avatar seems to imply, is a little disturbing to me, but that's just me).
By "true fan", I don't mean an anal retentive collector. A true fan is someone who can testify her brain cells were rearranged by Prince's music, and can't help to be grateful, and again, and again.

Grateful for the superpowers he gave us: to shake your ass and wear a smile even (and especially) when your day was shit. Or to confort yourself, to ease the pain, to share it, when you're sinking low in the World Series Of Love. That's huge.

Prince's music is a therapy that can be passed along. No wonder he represented a watchtower for the mavericks and the outsiders: they're usually the ones who got it hard early on in life. Fuck'em anxiolytics, daffodills and pills, Prince's Work is a swiss-knife that helps you cut through this thing called life, chem free, aside from your own endorphin. "Purple Rain" the motion picture is all about overcoming personal struggles, by exposing them on stage for everyone to witness. In other words, the world we're gathered in, here, today, either you go to the shrink, or you find some way to express your feelings, whatever they may be, because you don't want to let them stay inside for too long, they eventually rot and stain the whole picture, if you can dig it.

The intensity Prince conveyed was the mid-eighties wake-up call for a whole nation: Suddenly, America was so much more than Reagan and family values. It was MLK winning through Prince, the only and true "A Star Is Born" act, a black kid from the Marlboro Country where he didn't stand a chance in the first place. But he's the true genuine American Dream, it's right there. From the Minnie suburbs to the Superbowl.

Making it, by working hard. You don't perform in a tropical storm with such apparent nonchalance without a thousand flight hours behind, some inevitably in rough conditions. "Purple Rain" and Carl Lewis stealing all the medals in 1984, it was a much needed storm. But equality is not the main point. Community insulation is just some social handicap that can be overcome with dedication (work is a big topic in PR, it's always about the gigs, rehearsing a song. Becoming a porfessional musician is no piece of cake), and if that doesn't succeed, well, crash a white folks party. Prince is a firm believer as "fun" being the ultimate social leveller, the feeling that must govern everything. By intent: he's no fool, but he works hard at always channeling his social and political views under the prism of Fun. "Ronnie" ain't "Russians". The only drama Prince goes for is when he's got a broken heart. He doesn't need to steal a dead Russian composer melody, or bring children to the table, to make a point about denuclearization.

Prince Rogers Nelson is the incarnation of the American Dream at its purest. It wins with Love and Sound only. No politics. Purple Rain tells a tale of an American under Reagan that is somewhat poor, the wrong color, a DIY believer, on the edge of town, with a society around him that seems willing to suppress raw feelings and expression by any means.

[DOOR SLAMS OPEN]
‚ÄĒ What the fuck is wrong with you kid?
‚ÄĒ That's life, man.

There you have it, quite simple. Prince brought "life" back to show-business.
He brought this life into arenas, where John Doe is suddenly questioned about God during a pagan mass.
He brought this life into the awards, where live music broadcast standards suddenly changed for ever.
He brought life back, wearing sexual desire like a flag, not something to be ashamed of.

Michael may have started the excitement with Thriller, but Thriller's subjects are either about saccharine, false balls or star stalking. Startin' somethin', except we don't know what the something is. There's not much cred to the whole story, especially coming from an album whose role was to "save the industry" (such an artistic statement).
It's not an album that comes from the guts, it's an accidental channel for an ex-molested child frustration (the hiccups, the screams) who wants revenge over his father and Berry Gordy, painstakingly crafted by a soon-to-be Ol' fart of the profession. These are people who take themselves very seriously. How sincere is the creativity of the whole process, in the end? Thriller was reworked and reworked and reworked, and the songs left behind are just plain eighties crap, simply inaudible, ridiculous generic radio soon-forgotten wannabe hits.

Thriller is, for the most part, made of songs written by other people. Other experiences. Michael having a bite of New York, what a laugh! Showing your face at Studio 54 certainly does not mean you're living it. You're just there to understand which beats make people move on the dancefloor. But let's leave Michael and his wasted career opportunities aside. He chose to be a star first, and a musician next. But the difference with Prince is abysmal. Michael had superpowers, but it didn't do much with them after he was fed. Prince stayed fucking hungry. He stayed alive.

Prince has either a lasting, permanent impact on your life, or he doesn't. And that's fine. But once you're really in, this is not just mere music, this is a trip. It's not something meant to be quietly played in Malls of America. It's not "We Are The World", it's a more alarming "The World Is High". It's not "The Voice" cover material. It's everything but the innocuous tapestry pop music usually is, even at its most "provocative".

Of all the pop stars, system-controlled, liberalism-brain-washed western kids could pick from at the turn of the millenium, it was Prince that gave them best experience of all, and by far: Myriads of characters, women, lots of them (and proud to be one, you too), tons of colors, dramas, self-deprecations, comedies, parodies, liturgies, acrobacies, costumes, vaudevilles, vindication, love and hate and above all, Soul.

If you feel like you're a "true fan" (whatever the fuck that means) but you haven't cried still, one day you will.
A song's gonna get you by surprise and floor you. But that happens mostly for people who live music as intensely as Prince, people who jump instantly into Prince's brain the moment they hear a song's start, people who can't help ass-wiggling, people who can't help the funk face, people who feel like they're hearing every single of the 64 channels on "The Exodus Has Begun" for a brief, ecstatic apocalyptic moment, people who can't help shed a tear at all the generosity and variety and failures and triumphs and boasts and whispers of a brave, brave human being. A man who squeezed himself like crazy, till the last (mike) drop. Just to daily thank someone (God? Us? You?) for al the gifts he had received.


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Bonatac...wow...just wow! This is beautiful!!! ūüíúūüíúūüíú
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Reply #78 posted 10/13/18 8:52pm

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No offense, but I am not sure how anyone can feel completely numb about a man with no wife or kids dying alone in an elevator from a mislabeled pill after years of pain issues. Even casual fans were a bit bummed out by that one. Long time followers of Prince being numb just doesn't make a lot of sense to me. I am not going to criticize; I just don't understand it. I am not a particularly big George Michael fan but seeing his death pop up on christmas day was a bit of a bummer even for me.

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PeteSilas said:

jcurley said:

God mj even mentioned in Princes death. Never get how you can be ibsessed with MJ n be into Prince. Listening to MJ pop songs where would you find the same stimulation in Prince? Cream Diamonds and Pearls. Like saying your obsessed with Madonna but saying you really like Chopin. Just seems schizo to me

they were contemporaries and peers, MJ wasn't a musician or instrumentalist i should say. his songwriting, his production skills, his stage show, along with the pioneering of video and I have to say, would there even have been an audience for PR without thriller? Mj revitalized the business, he created a need to fill a competive void(s) springsteen benefitted too. it was all about hugeness and vids. and lets not forget, michael broke color barriers. both respected each other, watched each other, talked shit about each other, referenced each other. Prince was more fearless of course and innovative musically but I think it's silly to be insulted by the comparison, MJ was a helluva an artist, and he was more subversive than Prince, Billy Jean is a blues song, not a pop song.

nod

the whole "how can you listen to both mj and prince" bullshit is just that. Bullshit.



Artists no matter their style can impact you on different levels. That's just how things are

"We may deify or demonize them but not ignore them. And we call them genius, because they are the people who change the world."
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Reply #80 posted 10/14/18 1:05pm

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I've been a fan of Prince since I was 8, I saw the video of Kiss for the first time and I fell in love with it, that was when I discovered it existed. He heard the news of his death on the evening news (well, in Italy it was evening seen the time zone), I had just finished dinner and I was clearing the first thing I thought was "and now what has' invented? A publicity stunt? where did this come from? ", and I continued to do what I did without giving weight to the thing. Then I went to sleep. The next day I turned on the PC and looking at some sites and 'appeared the news in a cross and I thought "again, but really people believe?". But I was intrigued by what could be written and then I clicked on that icon. While I was reading the article, I kept repeating "it's a joke", at that point I looked for other news to understand if it was true or not. By now I am 2 years and a half living in an internal battle, my heart keeps telling me that it is all a plan orchestrated by him and that he is somewhere finally free to do what he wants free from the eyes of the people, while the my mind says it's gone and it will not come back anymore ... but what the truth is I do not know, the only thing I know is that I've been crying every day for two and a half years (even now that I'm writing these words), I listen to his music, I dream it every night .... I'm sick, HURTS ....

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Reply #81 posted 10/14/18 1:07pm

Roby78

bonatoc ha detto:


Presumibilmente, una parte i pensieri ispirati alle nuvole, è piuttosto semplice.
Solo perché rivendichiamo il titolo di fan di Prince
Tuttavia, è giusto presumere che siamo tutti un po 'intensi, ma chi lo dice? Tutti sono appesi qui per motivi diversi.

Sarò brusco e aspro: se un un certo punto non sei sei rotto, potresti non essere un vero fan, e va bene (mettere MJ allo stesso livello del PRN, come sembra implicare l'avatar del PO, è un po 'disturbandomi, ma sono solo io).
Per "vero fan", non intendo un collezionista ritentivo anale.Un vero fan è qualcuno che può testimoniare che le sue cellule cerebrali sono state riorganizzate dalla musica di Prince, e non può aiutare ad essere grato,

Grato per i superpoteri che ci ha dato: scuotere il culo e portare un sorriso anche (e soprattutto) quando la tua giornata era merda. O per confortare te stesso, per alleviare il dolore, per condividerlo, quando stai sprofondando nelle World Series Of Love. √ą enorme.

La musica di Prince è una terapia che può essere passata. Non c'è da stupirsi che rappresentasse una torre di avvistamento per i non conformisti e gli estranei: di solito sono quelli che hanno avuto un duro inizio nella vita. Fuck'em ansiolitici, daffodils e pillole, Prince's Work è un coltello svizzero che ti aiuta a tagliare questa cosa chiamata vita, senza chemio, a parte la tua endorfina. "Purple Rain" il film è tutto per superare le lotte personali, esponendole sul palco per essere viste da tutti. In altre parole, il mondo in cui siamo riuniti, qui, oggi, o vai allo strizzacervelli, o trovi un modo per esprimere i tuoi sentimenti, qualunque essi siano, perché non vuoi lasciarli stare dentro per troppo a lungo, alla fine marciscono e macchiano l'intera immagine, se riesci a scavare.

L'intensit√† che Prince trasmetteva era la sveglia della met√† degli anni Ottanta per un'intera nazione: improvvisamente, l'America era molto pi√Ļ di Reagan e dei valori della famiglia. √ą stato il MLK a conquistare Prince, l'unica e vera "A Star Is Born", un ragazzino nero del Marlboro Country, dove non ha avuto alcuna possibilit√† in primo luogo. Ma lui √® il vero vero sogno americano, √® proprio l√¨. Dalla periferia di Minnie al Superbowl.

Realizzarlo, lavorando sodo. Non ti esibisci in una tempesta tropicale con tale apparente nonchalance senza mille ore di volo alle spalle, alcuni inevitabilmente in condizioni difficili. "Purple Rain" e Carl Lewis hanno rubato tutte le medaglie nel 1984, era una tempesta molto necessaria. Ma l'uguaglianza non è il punto principale. L'isolamento della comunità è solo un ostacolo sociale che può essere superato con dedizione (il lavoro è un argomento importante nelle pubbliche relazioni, si tratta sempre di concerti, provare una canzone. Diventare un musicista professionista non è un gioco da ragazzi), e se ciò non riesce , beh, abbatti una festa di gente bianca. Il principe crede fermamente che il "divertimento" sia l'ultimo livellatore sociale, la sensazione che deve governare tutto. Con l'intento: non è uno sciocco, ma lavora sodo indirizzando sempre le sue opinioni sociali e politiche sotto il prisma del divertimento. "

Prince Rogers Nelson √® l'incarnazione del sogno americano nella sua forma pi√Ļ pura. Vince solo con Amore e Suono. Niente politica Purple Rain racconta una storia di un americano sotto Reagan che √® un po 'povero, il colore sbagliato, un credente fai-da-te, ai margini della citt√†, con una societ√† intorno a lui che sembra intenzionata a sopprimere i sentimenti crudi e l'espressione con qualsiasi mezzo.

[DOAM SLAMS APERTO]
- Che cazzo c'è che non va con te ragazzo?
- Questa è la vita, amico.

Eccolo lì, molto semplice. Il principe riportò la "vita" allo spettacolo.
Ha portato questa vita nelle arene, dove John Doe viene improvvisamente interrogato su Dio durante una messa pagana.
Ha portato questa vita ai premi, dove gli standard di trasmissione di musica dal vivo sono improvvisamente cambiati per sempre.
Ha riportato la vita indietro, indossando il desiderio sessuale come una bandiera, non qualcosa di cui vergognarsi.

Michael potrebbe aver iniziato l'eccitazione con Thriller, ma i soggetti di Thriller sono o di saccarina, palle false o stalking di stelle. Iniziare qualcosa, tranne che non sappiamo quale sia il qualcosa. Non c'è molto credito per l'intera storia, specialmente da un album il cui ruolo era quello di "salvare l'industria" (una dichiarazione così artistica).
Non è un album che proviene dal fegato, è un canale accidentale per una frustrazione del bambino molestato (il singhiozzo, le grida) che vuole vendicarsi di suo padre e Berry Gordy, faticosamente realizzato da una scoreggiante scorpacciata di Ol ' della professione. Queste sono persone che si prendono molto sul serio. Quanto è sincera la creatività dell'intero processo, alla fine? Thriller è stato rielaborato, rielaborato e rielaborato, e le canzoni lasciate indietro sono solo schifezze anni Ottanta, semplicemente inudibili, ridicole radio generiche presto dimenticate.

Thriller √®, per la maggior parte, fatto di canzoni scritte da altre persone. Altre esperienze Michael ha un morso di New York, che risata! Mostrare il tuo viso allo Studio 54 certamente non significa che lo stai vivendo. Sei l√¨ solo per capire quali battute fanno muovere le persone sulla pista da ballo. Ma lasciamo Michael e le sue opportunit√† di carriera a parte. Ha scelto di diventare una star per primo, e un musicista dopo. Ma la differenza con Prince √® abissale. Michael aveva i superpoteri, ma non ha fatto molto con loro dopo che √® stato nutrito. Il principe rimase fottutamente affamato. √ą rimasto vivo

Il principe ha un impatto duraturo e permanente sulla tua vita, oppure no. E va bene. Ma una volta che sei veramente dentro, questa non √® solo musica, questo √® un viaggio. Non √® qualcosa che dovrebbe essere tranquillamente giocato in Malls of America. Non √® "We Are The World", √® pi√Ļ allarmante "The World Is High". Non √® il materiale di copertina di "The Voice". √ą tutto tranne che l'innocua musica pop degli arazzi di solito √®, anche nel suo aspetto pi√Ļ "provocatorio".

Di tutte le pop star, i ragazzi occidentali controllati dal sistema, liberali e lavati di cervello potevano scegliere a cavallo del millennio, era Prince che dava loro la migliore esperienza di tutti e di gran lunga: miriadi di personaggi, donne, un sacco di loro (e orgogliosi di esserlo, anche tu), tonnellate di colori, drammi, autoironie, commedie, parodie, liturgie, acrobazie, costumi, vaudevilles, vendetta, amore e odio e, soprattutto, Soul.

Se ti senti come un "vero fan" (qualunque cosa cazzo significhi) ma non hai ancora pianto, un giorno lo farai.
Una canzone ti prenderà di sorpresa e ti manterrà a terra. Ma ciò accade soprattutto per le persone che vivono la musica intensamente come Prince, le persone che saltano immediatamente nel cervello di Prince nel momento in cui sentono l'inizio di una canzone, le persone che non possono aiutare a dimenarsi, le persone che non possono aiutare il volto funk, le persone che sentono come se ascoltassero tutti e 64 i canali di "L'esodo è iniziato" per un breve, estatico momento apocalittico, persone che non possono fare a meno di versare lacrime a tutte le generosità e varietà e fallimenti e trionfi e vanto e sussurri di un coraggioso, coraggioso essere umano. Un uomo che si è schiacciato come un matto fino all'ultima goccia (mike). Solo per ringraziare ogni giorno qualcuno (Dio? Noi? Tu?) Per tutti i doni che aveva ricevuto.


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Reply #82 posted 10/14/18 2:38pm

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I will not tolerate for Google Translate to maul and mince my words!
We'll use it when "Intelligence" becomes natural.


Roby78 said:

tks

bonatoc ha detto:


Pensieri nati tra le nuvole (di fumo) a parte, la situazione è piuttosto semplice.
Ciascuno qui può rivendicare il titolo di "fan di Prince",
ma ciò non significa che ognuno disponga delle stesse sensibilità.
Tuttavia, trattandosi qui di uno degli artisti pi√Ļ intensi mai esistiti,
è giusto presumere che siamo tutti qui un pò intensi, ma chi può dirlo?
Ognuno di noi viene su questo forum per motivi diversi.

Sarò lapidare: se a un un certo punto non ti sei ritrovato.a a pezzi, potresti non essere un vero fan, e va bene (mettere MJ allo stesso livello di PRN, come sembra implicare l'avatar del PO, è un po turbante, ma forse sono solo a pensarlo).
Per "vero fan", non intendo un collezionista sofferente di ritenzione anale. Un vero fan è qualcuno che può testimoniare che le sue cellule cerebrali sono state riorganizzate dalla musica di Prince, e non può fare a meno di sentirsi grato per ciò, giorno dopo giorno.

Grato per i superpoteri che ci ha dato: essere capace di scuotere il culo e rimetterti il sorriso anche (e soprattutto) quando la tua giornata fu di merda. O la capacità di confortarti, di alleviare il dolore, di condividerlo, quando stai sprofondando nella classifica delle World Series Of Love. Mica cosa da poco.

La musica di Prince è terapia che può essere tramandata. Non c'è da stupirsi se rappresentò un faro nella notte per i non conformisti e gli estranei: sono di solito quelli che se la sono vedono dura, sopratutto all'inizio dell'esistenza. Al cesso gli ansiolitici, opiacei e pillole, l'Opera di Prince è un coltello svizzero che aiuta a tagliare nel mezzo di questa cosa chiamata vita, senza sostanze chimiche salvo la tua propria endorfina. "Purple Rain" il film parla principalmente di superare le lotte personali esponendole sul palco, alla vista di tutti i presenti. In altre parole, il mondo in cui siamo riuniti, qui, oggi, o vai dallo strizzacervelli, o trovi un modo per esprimere i tuoi sentimenti, qualunque essi siano, perché non vuoi lasciarli stare dentro per troppo a lungo, alla fine marciscono e macchiano l'intera immagine, se riesci a capirla.

L'intensit√† che Prince trasmesse fu come una sveglia alla met√† degli anni Ottanta per un'intera nazione: improvvisamente, l'America era molto pi√Ļ di Reagan e dei valori della famiglia difesi dai Reppublicani. Ad un tratto era la visione di Martin Luther King a trionfare, attraverso Prince, l'unica e autentica "A Star Is Born", un ragazzino nero della campagna dove si fotografano le pubblicit√† Marlboro, un posto dove non avrebbe dovuto avere la minima possibilit√†, se le cose fossero andate normalmente. Ma √® Prince il vero vero sogno americano, √® proprio l√¨ davanti a noi. Dalla periferia nera ultraminoritaria di Minneapolis al Superbowl.

Facendola, lavorando sodo. Non ti esibisci in una tempesta tropicale con tale apparente nonchalance senza mille ore di volo alle spalle, alcuni inevitabilmente in condizioni difficili. "Purple Rain" e Carl Lewis hanno rubarano tutte le medaglie nel 1984, una tempesta pi√Ļ che necessaria. Ma l'uguaglianza non √® il spunto. L'isolamento in una comunit√† sin dalla partenza √® solo un ostacolo sociale che pu√≤ essere superato con dedizione (il lavoro √® un argomento onnipresente nel film Purple Rain, si tratta per tutto il film di dare concerti, di prove. Diventare un musicista professionista non proprio sembra un gioco da ragazzi), e se la dedizione non funziona , beh, entri dalla porta di dietro e scrocchi al party dei riccastri bianchi. Prince crede fermamente nel piacere come livellatore sociale assoluto, √® il piacere che governa tutto ("We had fun, didn't we?", ultime parole di Christopher Tracy). Con intento: Prince non √® sciocco, non √® piacere per s√®, √® che lavorando, esprime quasi sempre le sue opinioni sociali e politiche attraverso il prisma del Piacere.

Prince Rogers Nelson √® l'incarnazione del sogno americano nella sua forma pi√Ļ pura. Trionfa solo con Amore e Suono come armi. Niente politica. "Purple Rain" racconta una storia di un americano sotto Reagan che √® un po 'povero, il colore sbagliato, un difensore del fai-da-te, che vive lontano dal centro, con attorno una societ√† che sembra intenzionata a sopprimere i sentimenti e l'espressione di essi con qualsiasi mezzo. Alla fine di "Darling Nikki", dopo avere eiaculato alla faccia di tutti presenti che quella che credeva la sua met√† √® invece una gran troia, Prince corre in camerino. Il proprietario del locale arriva correndo, incazzato come una bestia:

[PORTA SBATTUTA APERTA]
- Che cazzo c'è che non va con te ragazzo?
- Questa è la vita, amico.

Eccolo lì, molto semplice. Prince riportò la "vita" dentro il spettacolo.
Riportò la vita nel cuore dei stadi, dove Mario Rossi viene improvvisamente interrogato su Dio durante una messa di solito pagana.
Riportò la vita nelle cerimonie di premi, e gli standards di trasmissione di musica dal vivo furono improvvisamente cambiati per sempre.
Riportò la vita, indossando il desiderio sessuale come una bandiera che si sventola, non qualcosa di cui ci si vergogna.

Michael ha forse iniziato l'eccitazione con Thriller, ma i soggetti di Thriller sono o di saccarina, palle false o stalking di stelle. Wanna Be Startin' Somethin', tranne che non sappiamo che cosa sia questo "qualcosa" che si deve iniziare. Non c'è molta credibilità nell'intera storia, specialmente per un album il cui ruolo era quello di "salvare l'industria musicale" (una dichiarazione così artistica).
Non è un album che proviene dal fegato, è il vettore accidentale della frustrazione di un ex bambino molestato (i singhiozzi, le grida) che si cerca la rivincita sul padre e su Berry Gordy, faticosamente prodotto da un futuro Gran Fesso della professione. Qua siamo tra persone che si prendono molto sul serio. Quanto rimane sincera la creatività dell'intero progetto, alla fine? Thriller è stato rielaborato, rielaborato e rielaborato, e le canzoni lasciate da parte, i brani che non hanno fatto la scaletta sono soltanto schifezze anni Ottanta, semplicemente inaudibili, ridicoli hits di radio FM, generiche e dimenticabili, sebbene cantate da Michael.

Thriller è, per la maggior parte, composto di canzoni scritte da altre persone. Altre esperienze. Michael che vuol prendersi un morso di New York la notte, buona questa! Mostrare il tuo viso allo Studio 54 certamente non significa che stai vivendo la vita New-Yorkese. Sei lì solo per capire quali ritmi fanno muovere le persone sulla pista da ballo. Ma lasciamo Michael e le sue mancate opportunità di carriera da parte. Ha scelto di diventare prima una star, e poi un musicista. Ma la differenza con Prince è abissale. Michael aveva di certo superpoteri, ma non servirono a granchè una volta fu sazio. Prince rimase fottutamente affamato. Rimase vivo.


Oppure Prince ha un impatto duraturo e permanente sulla tua vita, oppure no. Va bene. Ma una volta che sei veramente dentro, questa non √® solo musica, √® un viaggio. Non √® qualcosa che va suonato a basso volume nei centri commerciali d'America. Non √® "We Are The World", √® un ben pi√Ļ allarmante "The World Is High". Non √® materiale da cover per "The Voice". √ą tutto tranne che l'innocua tappezzeria della solita pop, innocua anche quando tenta di essere provocante.

Per un giovane occidentale a cavallo del millenio, col cervello lavato dal sistema, di tutte le pop star tra le quali scegliere, era Prince ad offrire la migliore esperienza di tutti, e di gran lunga: miriadi di personaggi, donne, un sacco di donne (e orgogliose di esserlo, anche tu), tonnellate di colori, drammi, autoironie, commedie, parodie, liturgie, acrobazie, costumi, vaudevilles, vendetta, amore e odio e, soprattutto, Soul.

Se ti senti come un "vero fan" (qualunque cazzo significhi) ma non hai ancora pianto, succederà.
Una canzone ti prenderà di sorpresa e ti schianterà. Ma ciò accade soprattutto alla gente che vive la musica intensamente come Prince, persone che saltano immediatamente nel suo cervello nel momento in cui sentono l'inizio di una sua canzone, persone che non possono impedirsi di dimenarsi, persone che non resistono a fare la smorfia funk, persone che si sentono come se udissero distintamente tutte e 64 le tracce del finale di "The Exodus Has Begun" per un breve, apocalittico momento di estasi, persone che non possono fare a meno di versare una lacrima di tanto in tanto, per tutte le generosità e varietà e fallimenti e trionfi e gasate e sottovoci di un coraggioso, coraggioso essere umano. Un uomo che si è spremuto come un forsennato sino all'ultima goccia. Solo per ringraziare, giorno dopo giorno (una canzone per ogni), qualcuno (Dio? Noi? Tu?) per tutti i doni che aveva ricevuto alla nascita.


[Edited 10/14/18 15:21pm]

The Colors R brighter, the Bond is much tighter
No Child's a failure
Until the Blue Sailboat sails him away from his dreams
Don't Ever Lose, Don't Ever Lose
Don't Ever Lose Your Dreams
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Reply #83 posted 10/14/18 7:23pm

peggyon

bonatoc said:

I will not tolerate for Google Translate to maul and mince my words!
We'll use it when "Intelligence" becomes natural.


Roby78 said:

tks

bonatoc ha detto:


Pensieri nati tra le nuvole (di fumo) a parte, la situazione è piuttosto semplice.
Ciascuno qui può rivendicare il titolo di "fan di Prince",
ma ciò non significa che ognuno disponga delle stesse sensibilità.
Tuttavia, trattandosi qui di uno degli artisti pi√Ļ intensi mai esistiti,
è giusto presumere che siamo tutti qui un pò intensi, ma chi può dirlo?
Ognuno di noi viene su questo forum per motivi diversi.

Sarò lapidare: se a un un certo punto non ti sei ritrovato.a a pezzi, potresti non essere un vero fan, e va bene (mettere MJ allo stesso livello di PRN, come sembra implicare l'avatar del PO, è un po turbante, ma forse sono solo a pensarlo).
Per "vero fan", non intendo un collezionista sofferente di ritenzione anale. Un vero fan è qualcuno che può testimoniare che le sue cellule cerebrali sono state riorganizzate dalla musica di Prince, e non può fare a meno di sentirsi grato per ciò, giorno dopo giorno.

Grato per i superpoteri che ci ha dato: essere capace di scuotere il culo e rimetterti il sorriso anche (e soprattutto) quando la tua giornata fu di merda. O la capacità di confortarti, di alleviare il dolore, di condividerlo, quando stai sprofondando nella classifica delle World Series Of Love. Mica cosa da poco.

La musica di Prince è terapia che può essere tramandata. Non c'è da stupirsi se rappresentò un faro nella notte per i non conformisti e gli estranei: sono di solito quelli che se la sono vedono dura, sopratutto all'inizio dell'esistenza. Al cesso gli ansiolitici, opiacei e pillole, l'Opera di Prince è un coltello svizzero che aiuta a tagliare nel mezzo di questa cosa chiamata vita, senza sostanze chimiche salvo la tua propria endorfina. "Purple Rain" il film parla principalmente di superare le lotte personali esponendole sul palco, alla vista di tutti i presenti. In altre parole, il mondo in cui siamo riuniti, qui, oggi, o vai dallo strizzacervelli, o trovi un modo per esprimere i tuoi sentimenti, qualunque essi siano, perché non vuoi lasciarli stare dentro per troppo a lungo, alla fine marciscono e macchiano l'intera immagine, se riesci a capirla.

L'intensit√† che Prince trasmesse fu come una sveglia alla met√† degli anni Ottanta per un'intera nazione: improvvisamente, l'America era molto pi√Ļ di Reagan e dei valori della famiglia difesi dai Reppublicani. Ad un tratto era la visione di Martin Luther King a trionfare, attraverso Prince, l'unica e autentica "A Star Is Born", un ragazzino nero della campagna dove si fotografano le pubblicit√† Marlboro, un posto dove non avrebbe dovuto avere la minima possibilit√†, se le cose fossero andate normalmente. Ma √® Prince il vero vero sogno americano, √® proprio l√¨ davanti a noi. Dalla periferia nera ultraminoritaria di Minneapolis al Superbowl.

Facendola, lavorando sodo. Non ti esibisci in una tempesta tropicale con tale apparente nonchalance senza mille ore di volo alle spalle, alcuni inevitabilmente in condizioni difficili. "Purple Rain" e Carl Lewis hanno rubarano tutte le medaglie nel 1984, una tempesta pi√Ļ che necessaria. Ma l'uguaglianza non √® il spunto. L'isolamento in una comunit√† sin dalla partenza √® solo un ostacolo sociale che pu√≤ essere superato con dedizione (il lavoro √® un argomento onnipresente nel film Purple Rain, si tratta per tutto il film di dare concerti, di prove. Diventare un musicista professionista non proprio sembra un gioco da ragazzi), e se la dedizione non funziona , beh, entri dalla porta di dietro e scrocchi al party dei riccastri bianchi. Prince crede fermamente nel piacere come livellatore sociale assoluto, √® il piacere che governa tutto ("We had fun, didn't we?", ultime parole di Christopher Tracy). Con intento: Prince non √® sciocco, non √® piacere per s√®, √® che lavorando, esprime quasi sempre le sue opinioni sociali e politiche attraverso il prisma del Piacere.

Prince Rogers Nelson √® l'incarnazione del sogno americano nella sua forma pi√Ļ pura. Trionfa solo con Amore e Suono come armi. Niente politica. "Purple Rain" racconta una storia di un americano sotto Reagan che √® un po 'povero, il colore sbagliato, un difensore del fai-da-te, che vive lontano dal centro, con attorno una societ√† che sembra intenzionata a sopprimere i sentimenti e l'espressione di essi con qualsiasi mezzo. Alla fine di "Darling Nikki", dopo avere eiaculato alla faccia di tutti presenti che quella che credeva la sua met√† √® invece una gran troia, Prince corre in camerino. Il proprietario del locale arriva correndo, incazzato come una bestia:

[PORTA SBATTUTA APERTA]
- Che cazzo c'è che non va con te ragazzo?
- Questa è la vita, amico.

Eccolo lì, molto semplice. Prince riportò la "vita" dentro il spettacolo.
Riportò la vita nel cuore dei stadi, dove Mario Rossi viene improvvisamente interrogato su Dio durante una messa di solito pagana.
Riportò la vita nelle cerimonie di premi, e gli standards di trasmissione di musica dal vivo furono improvvisamente cambiati per sempre.
Riportò la vita, indossando il desiderio sessuale come una bandiera che si sventola, non qualcosa di cui ci si vergogna.

Michael ha forse iniziato l'eccitazione con Thriller, ma i soggetti di Thriller sono o di saccarina, palle false o stalking di stelle. Wanna Be Startin' Somethin', tranne che non sappiamo che cosa sia questo "qualcosa" che si deve iniziare. Non c'è molta credibilità nell'intera storia, specialmente per un album il cui ruolo era quello di "salvare l'industria musicale" (una dichiarazione così artistica).
Non è un album che proviene dal fegato, è il vettore accidentale della frustrazione di un ex bambino molestato (i singhiozzi, le grida) che si cerca la rivincita sul padre e su Berry Gordy, faticosamente prodotto da un futuro Gran Fesso della professione. Qua siamo tra persone che si prendono molto sul serio. Quanto rimane sincera la creatività dell'intero progetto, alla fine? Thriller è stato rielaborato, rielaborato e rielaborato, e le canzoni lasciate da parte, i brani che non hanno fatto la scaletta sono soltanto schifezze anni Ottanta, semplicemente inaudibili, ridicoli hits di radio FM, generiche e dimenticabili, sebbene cantate da Michael.

Thriller è, per la maggior parte, composto di canzoni scritte da altre persone. Altre esperienze. Michael che vuol prendersi un morso di New York la notte, buona questa! Mostrare il tuo viso allo Studio 54 certamente non significa che stai vivendo la vita New-Yorkese. Sei lì solo per capire quali ritmi fanno muovere le persone sulla pista da ballo. Ma lasciamo Michael e le sue mancate opportunità di carriera da parte. Ha scelto di diventare prima una star, e poi un musicista. Ma la differenza con Prince è abissale. Michael aveva di certo superpoteri, ma non servirono a granchè una volta fu sazio. Prince rimase fottutamente affamato. Rimase vivo.


Oppure Prince ha un impatto duraturo e permanente sulla tua vita, oppure no. Va bene. Ma una volta che sei veramente dentro, questa non √® solo musica, √® un viaggio. Non √® qualcosa che va suonato a basso volume nei centri commerciali d'America. Non √® "We Are The World", √® un ben pi√Ļ allarmante "The World Is High". Non √® materiale da cover per "The Voice". √ą tutto tranne che l'innocua tappezzeria della solita pop, innocua anche quando tenta di essere provocante.

Per un giovane occidentale a cavallo del millenio, col cervello lavato dal sistema, di tutte le pop star tra le quali scegliere, era Prince ad offrire la migliore esperienza di tutti, e di gran lunga: miriadi di personaggi, donne, un sacco di donne (e orgogliose di esserlo, anche tu), tonnellate di colori, drammi, autoironie, commedie, parodie, liturgie, acrobazie, costumi, vaudevilles, vendetta, amore e odio e, soprattutto, Soul.

Se ti senti come un "vero fan" (qualunque cazzo significhi) ma non hai ancora pianto, succederà.
Una canzone ti prenderà di sorpresa e ti schianterà. Ma ciò accade soprattutto alla gente che vive la musica intensamente come Prince, persone che saltano immediatamente nel suo cervello nel momento in cui sentono l'inizio di una sua canzone, persone che non possono impedirsi di dimenarsi, persone che non resistono a fare la smorfia funk, persone che si sentono come se udissero distintamente tutte e 64 le tracce del finale di "The Exodus Has Begun" per un breve, apocalittico momento di estasi, persone che non possono fare a meno di versare una lacrima di tanto in tanto, per tutte le generosità e varietà e fallimenti e trionfi e gasate e sottovoci di un coraggioso, coraggioso essere umano. Un uomo che si è spremuto come un forsennato sino all'ultima goccia. Solo per ringraziare, giorno dopo giorno (una canzone per ogni), qualcuno (Dio? Noi? Tu?) per tutti i doni che aveva ricevuto alla nascita.


[Edited 10/14/18 15:21pm]


Wow, do you speak/write 3 languages?

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Reply #84 posted 10/15/18 2:10am

bonatoc

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peggyon said:

Wow, do you speak/write 3 languages?


Je vous demande pardon? wink


No big deal, to Dutch orgers it must seem average.



[Edited 10/15/18 2:12am]

The Colors R brighter, the Bond is much tighter
No Child's a failure
Until the Blue Sailboat sails him away from his dreams
Don't Ever Lose, Don't Ever Lose
Don't Ever Lose Your Dreams
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Reply #85 posted 10/15/18 3:54am

ThatWhiteDude

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I was numb for like 1 day, out of shock. I first saw it on the news and then my whole FB timeline was full of it. I saw it all but couldn't believe it. The next night, I cried a little when I listened Kiss. But it first hit me this year, 2 years after he passed and I cried as if I lost a family member. Sometimes I still can't believe that he's gone.

"Like books and BLACK LIVES, Albums still MATTER."

Poppys, Shanon319, Number23, Kares. #lifttheban
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Reply #86 posted 10/15/18 4:23am

1Sasha

Videos of him pop up in my Instagram feed almost on a daily basis, and I can tell you honestly I would rather be listening to (and seeing) him than any other artist.

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Reply #87 posted 10/15/18 8:19am

Mikado

I can only speak for myself, but with Michael Jackson there was that element of tragedy and lost opportunity. Dude had an awful, abusive childhood (Prince's wasn't a cakewalk either, but it wasn't like Mike's), never really made meaningful connections with people his own age, never loved (or indeed made love) a woman, and then had his life torn apart over quite obviously BS allegations.


And then - just as he was ready to reclaim his former glory - he died. I don't think Prince, who had accomplished a lot of what he wanted, can compare to that level of tragedy, and so his death is a bit more quaint, though still sad.


Michael Jackson was also one of the most famous people to ever live, where as Prince was a but more down to earth and seemed like a real person.

A certain kind of mellow.
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Reply #88 posted 10/15/18 11:29am

Roby78

bonatoc ha detto:

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Non riesco a capire che è successo o meno, il mio era solo un ringraziamento per quello che hai scritto su Prince.

Ma se ti ho offeso in quel modo in cui ti chiedo scusa non volevo.

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Reply #89 posted 10/15/18 12:56pm

bonatoc

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Roby78 said:

Non riesco a capire se tu te la sia presa o meno, il mio era solo un ringraziamento per quello che hai scritto su Prince.

Ma se ti ho offeso in quelche modo ti chiedo scusa non volevo.


Ma neanche per sogno. Era solo per correggere la traduzione automatica, e aggiungere un pò di documentazione.
Ho il livello di autoironia abbastanza alto, ma di certo su internet si ha sempre il dubbio. Anzi, era proprio per ringraziarti che ho pulito negli angoli. hug

P.S. : Puoi per favore modificare i tuoi posts e rimuovere il testo, così che non sembra che bonatoc si mangi tutta la pagina in un accesso megalomaniaco? wink

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The Colors R brighter, the Bond is much tighter
No Child's a failure
Until the Blue Sailboat sails him away from his dreams
Don't Ever Lose, Don't Ever Lose
Don't Ever Lose Your Dreams
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