Who is the culprit? Try the new king, or ‘prince’ of pop [sorry, MJ]: The Artist.
In a day where we all are waiting to name things ‘the best ever’ with our top 10 lists, I think this transcends any list that could be made. This was and is one of the quintessential live performance of all time.
Here is when the magic set in: A gigantic sheet that was attached at the bottom [not the top] was ‘thrown’ up into the air and as it was flowing, they lit Prince from behind and his shadow became larger than life as he shredded on his “Artist Formerly Known as Prince” symbol guitar. [Was it just me or did his guitars sound GREAT last night?].
And of course, how perfect was it that he closed with “Purple Rain” in the rain. Amazing…
As a side note, I though the Piano Man’s version of “The Star-Spangled Banner” was understated and classy. Billy, you are still relevant!
Before I could flesh out all of my thoughts on the Prince performance, as it typically happens, someone encapsulates them better than I could have. So here is Bob Lefsetz of the infamous “Lefsetz Letter” in all of his brilliance, seriously:
Hey, look me over
Tell me do you like what you see
Hey, I ain’t got no money
But I’m RICH on PERSONALITY!
If you didn’t come to party, don’t bother reading this.
Tonight we partied like it was 1999. And we didn’t even EXPECT IT!
… While we were reveling in the best Super Bowl in years, because of the weather, Prince took the musical slot, which was previously fumbled by everybody from Aerosmith to the Stones, to the point where it’s become a joke, and made the game IRRELEVANT!
Oh, U2 did a good job. But they’re from IRELAND! … And they’re supposedly credible. It’s not about show, but meaning…
I’m categorically against playing the Super Bowl. It makes you small. You appear desperate. But I guess rules are made to be broken, because the execution in this performance evidenced all the rock, all the roll, all of the soul absent from music today. Fusing the opposing colors of the human spectrum in a way that Michael Jackson tried to but never could, Prince united us, showed us it was all about the joy, the feeling, the rush, that we’re all in it together. That we want and need leaders, but they’ve got to have charisma, we’ve got to believe in them. And we believe in Prince.
Oh, he hasn’t had a hit in eons.
But he looks just the same.
And the do-rag seemed affected. But the choice of material excused the headgear.
“Proud Mary”? “All Along The Watchtower”? Without all the stunting we usually see at an event like this, no appearance by Tina Turner or John Fogerty? … Prince suddenly gives narcissism a good name.
Yes, it’s all about Prince, but he’s doing it for us, to entertain us, to blow us away.
“Let’s Go Crazy”?? Could there be a better opening number?
And you KNEW he was gonna close with “Purple Rain”. It just FIT!
But the inclusion of the covers, and the album track “Baby I’m A Star”, those were unexpected, those touched our hearts, reminded us of when music still counted, brought us right back to the advent, the HEYDAY, of MTV.
The Stones? They’ve got no excuse. As Jake says, that’s where they USUALLY play, STADIUMS! How could they be so bad? Hell, they couldn’t even nail SATISFACTION!
… And just when we’ve given up, a saviour comes in to rescue us.
The game is now unimportant.
… But today we learned, it was proven, that NOTHING compares with music. No sport, no video game. There IS no competition for the entertainment dollar when music is done right.
It hasn’t been done right in a long time.
But it was done right tonight. The choice of material, the turquoise outfit, even down to the shoes, and the orange shirt. The ripping guitar solos. The vocals. It was the complete package.
I don’t know who should be ashamed more. The labels or the public. For straying so far from the essence, for losing the magic touch.
Prince was an inspiration. He took all the spectacle of the Super Bowl, all the glitz and the glamour, and RAISED THE BAR!
The marching band, the explosions, the stage, it was PERFECT, and it was all in service to the man. Who was in service to the music.
Shall it live forever on YouTube. Shall you buy tickets and experience the essence. Shall you be overjoyed by the power of music.
Inspiration not manipulation. Prince didn’t cowrite with Diane Warren. No exec told him what to record. None could contribute to the plan in his head, which he executed so perfectly tonight.
Shall artistry, and rock and roll, rule FOREVER!
Bob, the bar was destroyed, not raised. Wouldn’t you agree?