I thought nothing could duplicate the sheer joy I felt when I first saw Prince & the Revolution, live in concert in 1985…that is until last week’s PURPLE RAIN sing-a-long in Prospect Park in front of a tremendous screen under the moon and stars. There were thousands of us rabid Prince fans…a unique collection of young, old, really old, really really old, hipster, professional, emo, adolescent, and the offspring of those who were actually teenagers in 1984.

No need for karaoke-lyrics and all. We knew all of them. We knew every nuance. Every word. Even the corny dialogue in-between musical numbers. And the most enthusiastic of us was more than happy to belt every word back at the screen, like they wrote the darn script to PURPLE RAIN themselves!

HILARIOUS I tell ya!

Especially witnessing HUNDREDS of people sharing in the purple insanity at the same time.

I’ve often wondered why Hollywood wastes time remaking good old films into schlocky new ones when they could re-release films like PURPLE RAIN and show them in exciting new venues. Believe me, I’m sure many would pay to see films this way, drive-in-movie style, outdoors. And those young kids, they got Prince. They were just as excited as their parents. Prince & PURPLE RAIN certainly holds up, even 25 years later.

Has it been 25 years already? Jeez…

don't make me chase you...

Don't care what we do...

the beautiful ones always smash the picture...

the beautiful ones always smash the picture...

negotiations...

negotiations...

Prince's childhood bedroom..

Prince's harlequin romances..

strike curious poses...

strike curious poses...

sign your name on the dotted line...

sign your name on the dotted line...

there's a brand new dance called 'the bird'

there's a brand new dance called 'the bird'

purple rain, purple rain...

purple rain, purple rain...

c'mon raise your hands

c'mon (all you gotta do is) raise your hands

Baby, I'm a Star, you might not know it now...

I am something that you'll never comprehend...

regular folk, filing out of the park after the sing-a-long...

Dearly beloved, we were gathered here today 2...

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So. I finally got to see my fairy-godmother, the viscous diva-extraordinaire, fashion icon and lounge singer, Ms. Grace Jones! This is probably the only concert in the world you happily leave with bits of confetti, glitter, feathers, weave tracks, and sequins stuck somewhere on your body. The pre-show fashion show of concert-goers parading into the Hammerstein Ballroom, was just as interesting as the actual show, and filled with the most unusual characters I thought died off in the 80s. It seems we’ve been all hiding out until Grace made her reappearance in New York! And the 61-year-old showed-off her best art pieces in her 2+ hours of theatrical performance. Even when she went off-stage to get into a new outfit, she recounted sad stories of depression over the state of the music business, encouraged artists and true artistry to prevail, and called shenanigans on famous characters she’s met along the way. One of the these days I might show you my 80s homage to Grace…heehee…if I’m in the mood. For now check these pics!

the entrance

the entrance

hippy chick

hippy chick

disco hippy chick

disco hippy chick

flames

heat miser

Jamaica represent...

Jamaica represent...

Corporate Cannibal

Corporate Cannibal

Corporate Cannibal unmasked

Corporate Cannibal unmasked

devilish

devilish

I've seen that face before (libertango)

Gee...I've seen that face before (libertango)

the wind in my headpiece

the wind in my headpiece

cymbalic & iconic

cymbalic & iconic

confetti finish

confetti finish

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Once in a Lifetime

June 9, 2009

Celebrate Brooklyn kicked off its season of summer concerts with David Byrne last night. He performed my favorite Talking Heads songs (except the one I really wanted him to perform). So, no Psycho Killer (Qu’est Que C’est) for me…oh well…that’s how it goes. Nevertheless, a huge, enthusiastic crowd filled the park to the rim. And just as he finished singing Take Me to the River, the sky opened up and it began to drizzle.

so near and yet so far...

so near and yet so far...

a glimpse

look! a glimpse

fiery byrne

fiery byrne

experimental dancing

experimental dancing

tutu

tutu

experimental office chair dance

experimental office chair dance

more synchronized chair-dancing

more synchronized chair-dancing

check my front...now my back

check my front...now my back

set over

set over

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