My Night with Prince, His Piano and a Microphone

Timg_7293-1here’s a reason I haven’t written about Prince before. It’s not because I don’t love him, because I do so much – perhaps to the point of musical obsession. It’s because I have always had a hard time writing about music/books/people I love with a passion; trying so hard to do it the justice it deserves. Yet, this time I have to try.

What Friday night meant for me is still hard to put into words. My immediate thought was that it wasn’t a concert, but a religious experience. I’ve loved Prince since I was 9 years old. I still clearly remember hearing Could You Be The Most Beautiful Girl In The World for the first time on the radio and completely enamored. He’s had me ever since.

I was lucky enough to see him perform live for the first time in 2011 with Carlos Santana and Sheila E, but Friday, Friday was different. Don’t get me wrong 2011 was life-changing, euphoric, and a funk revelation. Friday’s Piano and a Microphone was emotional, spiritual, soulful, magnetic and otherworldly. For 2 hours Prince Rogers Nelson commanded the stage with just a piano and his voice. I was raptured, hanging on his every move – in awe of such raw talented genius. As a woman behind me rightfully exclaimed in awe – he’s just an artist. Wow, he’s just a pure artist.

I had been feeling low but Prince lifted me up – exclaiming the importance of self-preservation. His rendition of Cream was switched up as he told us to look in the mirror and sing: You’re so good/Baby there ain’t nobody better/So you should/Never, ever go by the letter/You’re so cool/Everything you do is success/Make the rules/Then break them all ’cause you are the best. Never even being up close to him, I felt him uplifting my spirits. It was hard not to get emotional and wrapped up in the moment. Oracle arena holds 20,000 people, yet it felt so intimate.

I feel changed. I am so damn grateful to have witnessed such god-given talent and genius. I’ve loved Prince since I was 9 years old, but after Friday night, I fell in love even more.


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