When it comes to bootlegs of after-shows in 1988, the Trojan Horse stands above all others. It is the most beloved and well-known of the after-shows, but there are several others from the same year that deserve attention. The Warfield aftershow from November is highly regarded, as is Große Freiheit ’36 (especially by me). There is also the aftershow from the Camden Palace in London (sadly incomplete) and then the bootleg I will be listening to today, the early morning performance from The Palace, Hollywood. Superficially all these concerts appear to be similar, but I find that when I listen to them each has its own character and feel, and so it is with The Palace. It appears to be a standard aftershow set of the time, but it is played with a heavy dose of swing that is missing in the other shows. There is an element of fun, and the intensity that smothers the other concerts is instead replaced with a bright and breezy performance. The audience recording isn’t too bad, considering the era in which it was recorded, and even if the sound is thin in places, the performance can always be heard without distortion. It can probably be best compared to the Warfield show, recorded just four days later, the setlists are almost identical, and although two different recordings of that later show are in circulation, I prefer the sound of this concert.
7th November 1988 (a.m.), The
Palace, Hollywood.
It
is the keyboards that roll out the red carpet and lead us into the show. The
slow build into “Positivity” gives the song the solemnly that the lyric content
demands, and as the rest of the band joins there is the feeling that something
special is in the air. Without becoming too intense, the song lets the
individual players feel their way into the music, along with the audience, and
the song envelops the recording in its timeless mist.
A
brightness enters the recording as Prince plays a sharp version of “Eye Know.”
It is at this point that the recording briefly flickers, but the band and
Prince remain upfront and loud, and there is extra energy as the song and
concert bloom into something a whole lot more colorful and celebratory.
Despite the wobble in the recording, it is apparent that Prince is giving another
star performance, and he burns with supernova power even this early into the
show. The song isn’t as complex as it is heard on record, but the band adds a
baroque sound that melds well on top of Prince's bare funk that can be heard
churning away beneath the song.
“Wade
In The Water” gives the recording an extra depth, as Prince pulls us back to
his roots while delivering some feathery guitar that sounds as if it has been
handed down from God himself. Prince stays on this route, “God Is Alive”
bringing spirituality and funk together in a mix that is Prince at his very
best, bringing these two disparate strands together to create something unique
that bestrides both sides of this religious gulf. There is the feeling of God
in the air, while the bottom end of the music suggests all sorts of other sins,
this unresolved tension creates a piece of music that never gets tiresome or
stale.
The
piano introduction to “The Ballard Of Dorothy Parker” shines in the darkness in
this recording, and the rest of the song is equally well served by the quality of
the tape. The nuance of the song is
captured well, and as it segues into “Four” the piano and horns can both be
heard, without either taking precedence over the other, making for another
colorful and three-dimensional moment caught on tape.
Boni
Boyer does not disappoint as she comes forward for “Down Home Blues.” I prefer
her performance here over what is heard at the Small Club gig (incidentally,
the first live performance they did of the song), she is more subtle here and
rather than belting it out she instead gives it to us piece by piece, making
for easy digesting before Prince makes his first major guitar move of the show
with some surgical playing that neatly dissects the song. Boni Boyer returns
for a final “Rock Me, Baby,” but it is Prince who burns the house down with one
last fiery burst from his guitar.
It
takes some time for the band to build into “Cold Sweat,” but even these opening
minutes are funk-fueled and one can almost hear the sweat dripping through the
tape and the recording. Boni Boyer and Eric Leeds dominate the overall sound,
and although the song is grounded in its forceful rhythm, it is these two that can
be heard adding the most to the overall feel of it. For all that though, it is
a Sheila E. solo that brings the song to a close with a simple and effective
break, only to be outdone by the moment when Prince briefly sings the “Bad”
bassline. Well worth checking out!
Some
interlacing guitar work introduces “Just My Imagination (Running Away With
Me),” draping a soft lace of rhythm guitar across the sparse opening. At first,
Prince is swallowed up by the song, but he does emerge from this aching sound
with an emphatic plea from the heart as the song builds to its emotional core. It is the first pillars of the guitar solo
that are the gateway into the heart of the song, and as the guitar cries in the
darkness the song slips away, only to be replaced by the raw emotion and the
purity of music itself. It’s hard to know where to place this solo on the
Pantheon of Prince guitar solos, but as it claws its way across the raw
bloodied heart at the centre of the music, it speaks not to the ear, but the
very soul, making for one of Prince’s most powerful performances.
It
is a frantic “Supercalifragisexy” that banishes any such sentimentality from
the show, and Prince gives a furious and mesmerizing performance. With guitar
in hand, he ladles on great dollops of funk, all at a breakneck speed that
never lets up through the ten minutes the song twists and turns in various
shades of funk. It is Eric Leeds who is the foil to Prince’s kinetic sound, he
matches him blow for blow through the song, both matching Prince and pushing
him further. It is only in Prince’s final hurricane of a solo that he bests
Eric, and after such a blitzkrieg it is hard to envisage what might come next.
What
comes next is “I Wish U Heaven (part
3).” With a heavy beat, the drums overwhelm the previous all-conquering guitar,
a heavy march compared to the guitar’s earlier wild night flight. The song
smolders with the appearance of the horns, and as Prince hits his lines the
song heats up, but it never quite bursts into flame as it promises. The rhythm
though is undeniable, and it never once lets up in its drive and momentum as it
powers towards the end of the show. The music glowers and growls, there is no
bite, only the threat of imminent danger and darkness. It is a decisive finish
to the concert, and the band unfurls their strident brand of funk in these
final minutes, making a lasting impression that lingers on long after the
concert has finished.
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