Is
the 1986 Hit N Run tour well represented by bootlegs? Are all the shows
similar? Do I need to hear another one? The answer is you bet! (More
importantly, should I be opening this post with rhetorical questions? All
apologies to my high school English teacher). Yes, it is true that we already
have several 1986 soundboard recordings, but as far as I’m concerned, too much
is never enough. So it is with great joy that I am listening to the latest in
our catalog of soundboard recordings, the second night of two that Prince
played at Madison Square Garden in 1986. There is nothing here that we haven’t
heard before but is always nice to wallow in the music of Prince when he was at
the peak of his powers, a timely reminder that he was the little giant of the
music world through the 1980s.
3rd August 1986, Madison Square Garden, New York
As is
typical, the recording begins with a rendition of “Around The World In A Day”
that gives us an indication of the quality of the recording from the start, a
soundboard that has a nice stereo sound that grabs me as I listen on the
headphones. The song is short. It is a bright start to the concert, but it
doesn’t explode out of the gates as I have heard at other concerts.
There
is a balance to “Christopher Tracy’s Parade,” with each player holding the music and
song in an equilibrium. The quality of the recording is key, in this case, I
rejoice in being able to pick out each part and break down the song into its
constituents. The horns and guitar are the two that battle most for my
attention, they are worthy contenders and each adds a different flavor to a
song that pulls many ingredients together into a tasty dish.
The
sound is almost too easy and smooth, “New Position” becomes undemanding in this
light and lacks some of the funky punch that I have come to associate with it.
While still being a cool moment, it doesn’t quite live up to all that it
promises on record.
“I
Wonder U” stands out among these early tracks, the horns in particular seem to
take on a life of their own, and they add an eerily uneasiness to a song that I
am perhaps overly familiar with. I want to give Wendy more praise in this case,
but it is the horns that leap off the page and make this performance unique.
I can
understand why Prince has the audience sing along with him, after all singing
the songs you love with the performer you adore is a big part of going to a
concert, but on bootlegs, it becomes a flat moment, and in this case it is no
different as Prince leaves gaps throughout “Raspberry Beret” for the audience
to sing, making for an uneven experience for us listening here at home.
However, it is short, and the inner enthusiasm of the song itself can never be
dampened.
There
is unhinged energy to “Delirious” that picks up where “Raspberry Beret” left
off, and although it is even shorter (barely a minute) it does garner a loud
cheer from the crowd.
My
favorite part of Parade shows is always the “Controversy/Mutiny”
section, and here is no different as Wendy and Miko roll out the funky red
carpet with their twin guitar strands before Jerome lives up to his role as a
hype man and he does, in this case, have me hyped up. If you have a chair, now
is the moment to stand on it and lose yourself in the music as Prince and the
band turn everything up to eleven. “Mutiny” doesn’t quite have the deep groove
that I crave so dearly, the organ doesn’t have the same juggernaut drive that I
have come to expect, but I care not one
jot as I play the game and crank everything I have up as far as it goes. At
this level, Eric Leeds is almost deafening as a cacophony of sound explodes
from his horn, the world seemingly spinning backward as he plays. As a funky
jam, things don’t get much better than this, and it's all I can do from weeping
with pure unadulterated joy and love of the groove.
“Do
Me, Baby” doesn’t put out the fire, but it does turn it into a smolder that
burns with a different sort of intensity. It can’t be compared to the preceding
song, but it is every bit as good and has me feeling just as hot as it plays.
No doubt many women in the audience feel the same way, and the song is
punctuated by howls and screams of delight. I would be the same had I been
there if only I wasn’t so repressed. Make no mistake, this is just as much a
pillar of the show as “Controversy/Mutiny”
I’m
still coming down as Prince glides through “How Much Is That Doggie In The
Window” and “Lady Cab Driver.” My interest is piqued again with the
introduction of “Automatic,” although hearing it in this case only makes me
wish he had played longer versions, and over more tours.
“D.M.S.R”
has a rip-roaring start, the scream by Lisa cutting through everything with its
sheer animistic power, and that only heightens the letdown as Prince quickly
ditches the song to move onto more fertile fields.
It’s
not usual for “When Doves Cry” to sound barren, in this case, it is even more
so as Prince plays one of the driest versions I have heard. There is no
escaping the heat he generates, the sound offering nothing soft or fluid, just
the driest of drum sounds as Prince sketches out his lonely world. It is Wendy
that rains on this parade as her guitar pours the emotion and colors that the
song was previously lacking, her playing sounding all the more fearsome for the
sparse soundscape behind her.
The
sweet piano of “Under The Cherry Moon” has me far more enraptured than the
vocal delivery of Prince. While the piano speaks of other worldliness and
baroque psychedelia, Prince's vocals pull me back to Madison Square Garden and
the here and now. The stereo of the recording heightens this uneasiness that I
feel and the song leaves me with a raft of conflicting emotions.
The
straightforwardness of “Anotherloverholenyohead” speaks to me in a way that
“Under The Cherry Moon” does not. Some funk and rhythm that I can move to,
Wendy still manages to insert some of the sound of the previous song in with
her wonderful jazz-sounding piano solo, and as always this is the most
fascinating part of the song. Here even more so as she stretches right out and
fills the midsection of the song with a solo that is full of her personality
and character.
The
jump to “Soft And Wet” is abrupt, the ending of the previous song apparently
snipped. It makes for an uncomfortable bedfellow next to
“Anotherloverholenyohead,” but nevertheless is a pop moment in a concert that
would have challenged a purely pop audience thus far. “I Wanna Be Your Lover”
covers the same territory, its slabs of poppy chords emanating from the
keyboards and hammering the audience over the head with a Top 40 sound. At this
point listening to the concert again moves from a cerebral exercise to a pure
celebration of music.
Prince
teases with “Head,” and then fails to deliver. After hearing some outstanding
versions of this at other shows, in this case, it is all talk and no trousers.
Instead of an intense slow burn, we get some of the main riff, before Prince
interrupts for some audience chanting. I can’t complain too much about it, this
show has already given me plenty in other ways.
There
is an extra spring in the step of “Pop Life,” to my (admittedly poor) ears it
is a tad too fast, and the bass skips and jumps rather than bounces through the
song. It still takes me to a happy place, even if I do have to sing slightly
faster to keep up. And Prince’s comment “Who let that bird in” as Eric plays
sums up what I have always felt about that solo, it does sound like a bird in
early spring just taken flight.
The
sass and slip of “Girls And Boys” is clearly heard in the separated stereo
sound, the groove coming in one ear while Eric Leeds gives me plenty of
attitude in the other. Taking both
together, the song becomes an entirely Revolution performance, Prince’s vocals
almost secondary to the band. The final moments cement this thought as they
come together to drive the beat home in the last minute of the song.
There
is something about the live performance of “Life Can Be So Nice” that doesn’t
quite gel with me. Perhaps there is too much going on for me to properly hear
in this case, and listening to this live performance has me wanting to dig out
the album and give it a decent listen.
There
is an unusual mix to “A Love Bizarre” and in the first minute, each instrument
sounds almost separate in their playing. Things improve, and soon the music is
restored to a truer sound, a cohesiveness and innately funky rendition of one
of Prince’s most beloved ‘jam’ songs at the time. This one is no exception,
with Shelia E. onboard, Prince drives the band through a ten-minute performance
that carries all the funk you could wish for. I could compare him to funkateers
of the past, but there is no point, Prince is unique in his ability to squeeze
every drop of funk out of a pop song and turn it into a scorching worlds-end
rendition. Even his shouts of “Who’s house, Wendy’s house” can’t deflect from
the fact that all the funk is emanating from one power source, himself.
“Sometimes
It Snows In April” is about as far from this funk fiesta as you can get. It
does have its place at the show though and is the emotional core that grounds
it all after such flights of fancy. Prince’s vocals can be heard echoing around
the arena, and there is a very real sense that he has the audience eating out
of the palm of his hand as he plays. In a show full of color and spectacle,
this is a real moment that touches even the most cynical of hearts.
There
is almost a ponderous plod to “Purple Rain” in the opening minute, but Prince
makes amends with an invested emotional delivery that matches “Sometimes It
Snows In April” for pure heart. Normally the emotion of “Purple Rain” bleeds
through Prince’s guitar solo, in this case, he generates that feel from his
vocals, and although the guitar does shriek and howl as expected, the real
tears come with Prince’s singing. After a show of so many textures and genres,
“Purple Rain” plays like a unifying rally call, and one last chance for the
crowd, the band, and Prince, to sing together and share the moment. Even thirty
years on it sounds like an epic finish that a concert such as this deserves.
I
knew what to expect from this recording, and I thought that after overdosing so
heavily on 1986 Prince in the past, perhaps in this case I would be immune to
the temptations within. However, I am merely human and even with my jaded
outlook on bootlegs, I still found myself entranced by the spell that Prince
cast in 1986. There are other soundboards of 1986 in circulation, and every
single one of them is essential. This one is no different, I urge you to hunt
it out, it’s just as rewarding as any other you have heard. 1986 will never
grow old to me, and with shows like this in circulation Prince will forever
remain young.
Thanks
for reading this far, and thanks to Mace2theO for providing the first-hand
account of the concert below
-Hamish
I was
at this show (and the day before). One of my main memories of this evening was
when exiting MSG at the end, there was a large group of teenage girls crying
like banshees, screaming “The m*th*r f*ck*er didn’t play ‘Kiss'”