1994
and 1995 were times of tremendous change for Prince, but looking back one can
see that the roots for this change were planted in 1993, and the
transformations of the next two years are signposted throughout the Act II
shows. Prince’s concert performances of the Act II tour have evolved
from the Act I portion of the tour, some of his more outrageous concepts
have been reigned in, and although it remains a wild ride he has tempered the
previous excesses. It becomes a tighter show, and Prince's overall story arc
comes into tighter focus as he strips the fat from the show. This week I will
be watching one of the better performances of the Act II tour, the
concert from Madrid. It is a well-filmed show, although incomplete in the
middle portion. There is a full audio recording in circulation, although at
this point I feel no inclination to include it here. Even in this incomplete
form, it is still essential viewing as Prince carves out a new niche for himself
and his music.
August 21, 1993, Plaza de Toros de las Ventas, Madrid
One
can feel the thrill of excitement in the air as the concert opens with “My Name
Is Prince,” and there is a vivid rush as the lights come up and the concert
takes flight. Twenty-five years on and we can join Prince with his tease of the
crowd as Mayte plays his part while he sings off-stage. It’s all too obvious
now, Mayte does a good impersonation but lacks the high heels, and one can hear
the gasp of comprehension as Mayte strips off her disguise. Part excitement,
part confusion, it is a great concert moment as she reveals her athletic
dancer’s body and writhes to the music.
Funk
is in the air as Prince finally appears, a pocket rocket at the back of the
stage singing “Sexy M.F.” The bootleg isn’t perfect sounding or looking, but
the performance remains one of his best, the band locked in a holy unison that
makes this brand of funk a religious experience, Prince, Mayte, and the music a
trinity worthy of 1993.
For
the briefest of seconds, it feels as if I have stumbled across the wrong gig as
the band effortlessly lifts us to the highs of “The Beautiful Ones,” the grease
and funk of “Sexy M.F.” all but forgotten as Prince pitches the music at our
hearts rather than our feet. Lust is replaced by pure love, and a younger
Prince emerges from the music, the last 10 years shedding off him as he takes
us back ten years in the blink of an eye. There is no need for the lights to
bathe him in purple, the music itself wraps him in this noblest of hues, the
song no mere exercise in nostalgia, but rather a fully immersive Purple Rain
experience just as passionate and uplifting as the era itself.
Prince
continues to roll back the clock with a version of “Let’s Go Crazy” that stays
reasonably faithful to the original. It does have an extra layer of funk, just
a little extra slip-and-slide that we didn’t hear on the record, and although the
guitar heroics are downplayed, it is as fresh as I have heard it for a long
time. It’s a punchy and playful few minutes and serves more than a hollow
gesture and a nod to the past.
“Kiss”
takes this element of funk, blows it up ten times, and plasters it right across
the next five minutes of the show. Prince is entirely subservient to the music,
the funk remaining to the fore, Prince doing little more than riding on the
music as it flows in a never-ending stream from the stage. The horns and Levi
on guitar do more than anyone in creating this whirlpool of sound and are the
mainstays of the band for the next ten minutes. As sublime as this music is,
the bootleg becomes a frustrating experience at this time as it zooms back,
rendering much of the action on stage a mere blur to us here at home.
The
previously stripped-back sound of “Irresistible Bitch” is inflated by this
extended funk band Prince has on stage. The music remains the main focus, the
song and performance disappearing under the layers of horns and guitar. And
that is perhaps for the best as the camera work remains unfocused and heavily
obstructed.
With
guitar in hand, Prince and his instrument become the sole focus for “She’s
Always in My Hair” Forget the song, forget the vocals, this performance is all
about one thing – Prince’s guitar. It is not a storm, nor a hammer blow,
instead, it is a weapon of finesse, Prince delicately cutting the music up with
scalpel-like stokes, the guitar in hand opening up new vistas as it cuts
through the night, Prince revealing new worlds through his instrument of
choice. Of particular note is the final few minutes as he takes us from power
chord rock into flamenco territory, much to the delight of the crowd (and me
here at home). It is an extraordinary display that leaves me grasping for words
to describe it. I want all my guitar gods to be like this.
The
crowd loves “Raspberry Beret,” but the truth is it can’t compare to the
previous few minutes. However, it does raise the energy levels of the crowd,
before Prince again lets them down gently, the opening verse and chorus of
“Sometimes It Snows In April” falling as soft as snow before the video jumps to
the introduction to “The Cross.” The song lacks some of the weight I have heard
in other renditions, but as the song kicks off midway through the balance is
restored. The camera is in sharp focus at this stage, and that no doubt lifts
my enjoyment levels immensely as Prince does his finest guitar posing of the
night.
The
video continues to frustrate as it jump cuts through the end of “The Cross,”
but the following “Sign O The Times” is incendiary and is the strongest
performance of Prince’s back catalog of the show. Prince laces it with a
fearsome guitar line, but it is Michael B who grabs the final headlines with
his apocalyptic drum sound rounding out the song.
“Purple
Rain” sets the standard for the next portion of the show, the most frustrating
portion, as the video drops out several times, robbing the song of any momentum
or emotional weight. It is inconsistent and seems to do it at the worst
possible moments, for example taking us from mid-verse to the middle of the
finale. Things don’t improve, we miss
the entire instrumental interlude, before picking up at “Little Red Corvette.”
It is apparently a stunning performance, with Prince alone at the piano, but we
only see a minute of it, before catching 30 seconds of “Strollin” and
“Scandalous,” and not much more or “Girls and Boys” before settling back in for
“7.” The heart of the show is ripped out of the bootleg, leaving us to fill in
the blanks from other sources.
The
encores are much better served by the bootleg, the final 30 minutes playing
like just the kind of party I’d like to attend. “1999” plays at a brisk pace,
leaving the album version huffing and puffing far behind. The camera is settled
firmly on the stage, and this part of the show is very easy on the eye, with
Prince and Levi holding court center stage. The segue into “Baby, I’m A Star”
makes the two songs practically one, but there is better to come.
The
band is at boiling point as they take on “America” a song that becomes an angry
funk jam at this particular concert, especially with some furious horn riffs
rising from the mix midsong pushing that song far beyond the stage and out into
the stratosphere. Mayte shaking her thing is a pleasant enough distraction, but
for Prince connoisseurs, the real joy
comes as Prince takes a lengthy drum solo that demonstrates his mastery of
another instrument. Plenty has been written about his skills with the guitar
and keyboards, but to see him is a revelation, and one can see he plays with as
much heart on the drums as he does with the guitar. This is an excellent
bootleg (aside from the midsection) and nowhere is it better than this point
here as Prince demonstrates another essential element of his musicianship.
With
the audience clapping the rhythm the band switches it up again with “D.M.S.R.”
It gives way to pure groove, the song secondary to the feel of it, in a
performance suggests the lengthy, groove infused, jams that will propel Prince
through 1994/1995. With Prince on bass, we have an insight into what will be a
familiar sight in the coming years and although he is playing to an audience of
58,000, one could easily see this taking place in a smaller club with the
groove and crowd interweaving through each other. With this laid-back bass
sound dominating, Prince takes us back to the song, this time with his vocals
infused with a blues sound that suits the slowed-down beast that it has become.
After
one final frantic groove, Prince returns for the last song of the show, another
low and slow version of “Johnny,” a song we will be hearing plenty of in the
post-Prince landscape of the next couple of years. With the house lights on,
this performance becomes an expression of love between Prince and the audience,
they embrace his sound and take every opportunity to contribute. It threatens
to take on an aftershow feel, especially as they take up the NPG chant, and the
concert turns into a communal celebration. The show comes to a playful end as
Mayte coaxes Prince off stage, or attempts to, before she finally drags him
off, much to the delight of the crowd. It may be part of the act, but it
creates the feeling that Prince never wants to stop playing for the crowd,
something that could well be true.
Act
II
differs greatly from the Act I tour just a few months previous. The bulk
of the material from the Symbol Album has been dropped, replaced with
more overtly Prince material from the 1980s. Yet, watching the concert here,
one can’t help but feel that Prince is looking firmly into the future with both
his look and overall sound. He will push far further in this direction in the
next twelve months, leaving his Prince material behind completely, yet keeping
this band and their monstrous funk sound. Here we see him laying the groundwork
for the slave era, we may not have known it at the time, but twenty-five years
later it is plain to see. This is one of the best video boots circulating from
the Act II tour and as such must be held in the highest regard, an
outstanding show, with some great footage, albeit with the dropouts at the
center of the show, and Prince on the cusp of the most interesting part of his
career, this is a must-see.
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