The One
15th August 2007, 08:10 PM
Prince at the 02: Concert 6- the wee seducer is as frustrating as he is thrilling
Lesley Thomas reviews Prince at the O2
Prince, more than any other artist, understands the female sexual psyche in all its complex, contradictory glory.
From the ungrammatical tenderness of If I Was Your Girlfriend to the downright filth of Get Off, Prince has repeatedly shown firm grasp of the subject. And for this, we love his lascivious little socks off.
On Saturday night, hundreds were in their best purple dresses, basques and hotpants, all ready to be seduced by the wee man.
I don't get people who don't get Prince, so I took along a non-believer and prayed that Prince wouldn't open with Purple Rain, which has matured like Pecorino over the years. He did. The crowd went wild. It seemed too much, too soon.
When he sang U Got the Look, I wasn't the only person hoping Sheena Easton would appear. But this was a night for "real music, by real musicians", according Prince and to prove it he presented Maceo Parker, the legendary saxophonist.
We were all reminded that Prince is a rock god, a blues legend, a funk guru. My naysayer companion was soon getting down with his bad self.
In the latter third of a two-hour set, Prince played intros to some of his hits.
He can hardly be blamed for having so many, but after a while it wasn't amusing to be toyed with. If your favourite song was Little Red Corvette or Alphabet Street, you'd have gone home more frustrated than if he hadn't played them at all.
Technically speaking, Prince was thrilling. But, ladies, don't get too excited if you're going to any of the remaining gigs.
source: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/arts/main.jhtml?xml=/arts/2007/08/13/nosplit/bmprince213.xml
Lesley Thomas reviews Prince at the O2
Prince, more than any other artist, understands the female sexual psyche in all its complex, contradictory glory.
From the ungrammatical tenderness of If I Was Your Girlfriend to the downright filth of Get Off, Prince has repeatedly shown firm grasp of the subject. And for this, we love his lascivious little socks off.
On Saturday night, hundreds were in their best purple dresses, basques and hotpants, all ready to be seduced by the wee man.
I don't get people who don't get Prince, so I took along a non-believer and prayed that Prince wouldn't open with Purple Rain, which has matured like Pecorino over the years. He did. The crowd went wild. It seemed too much, too soon.
When he sang U Got the Look, I wasn't the only person hoping Sheena Easton would appear. But this was a night for "real music, by real musicians", according Prince and to prove it he presented Maceo Parker, the legendary saxophonist.
We were all reminded that Prince is a rock god, a blues legend, a funk guru. My naysayer companion was soon getting down with his bad self.
In the latter third of a two-hour set, Prince played intros to some of his hits.
He can hardly be blamed for having so many, but after a while it wasn't amusing to be toyed with. If your favourite song was Little Red Corvette or Alphabet Street, you'd have gone home more frustrated than if he hadn't played them at all.
Technically speaking, Prince was thrilling. But, ladies, don't get too excited if you're going to any of the remaining gigs.
source: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/arts/main.jhtml?xml=/arts/2007/08/13/nosplit/bmprince213.xml