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Happy Prince day!
As someone whose Prince obsession began at a very young age (thanks to an older brother that left copies of "Dirty Mind," "Controversy" and "1999" in my room when he moved out), I've seen him perform at least a dozen times. Each and every show has been nothing less than transcendental. The man is a musical legend for good reason. From his killer songwriting (I dare any band out there to write a song as simply perfect as “When You Were Mine”) to his string-shredding guitar mastery, which is still underrated in the “rock” world (dude plays better than most of the mooks I see on the cover of “Guitar Player”), there are few artists that can even come near his brilliance.
And for anyone that tries to throw his Warner Brothers contract obligation albums in the '90s up as evidence of his declining abilities, they can suck it. He still whips out killer tunes with ease (check out “Fury” from his last CD).
Regardless, his performance at Coachella tonight should effectively show and prove why he’s among the greatest artists of our generation, and instead of calling him the “black David Bowie,” I think it’s time to start calling Bowie the “white Prince.” Prepare for the Purple Person to make Day 3 of Coachella 2008 a moot point (unless you’re a hardcore old-schooler rolling joints and baking mushroom cookies in preparation for Roger Waters).
Let’s go crazy!
—Scott T Sterling
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