Concert Review: Prince in Chicago!
June 30, 2013 § 2 Comments
(Full disclosure: I wasn’t actually there at The Aforementioned Concert. I had to contribute to The Greater Good fulfilling my civic contract tonight by bartending.)
But aren’t you just so happy to live in a world in which this concert happened? It seems we must obviously live in Utopia to know that this is even within the realm of possibilities.
Imagine waking up one morning and living a totally mundane, kinda overcast day meandering Wicker Park only to find out sometime around dusk that you’re going to see fucking Prince play in an intimate setting that very same night.That’s like the ultimate potential of Life On Earth fulfilled – like I kinda can’t even believe that I know some people that that happened to. That guy has his bodyguards scope out some empty-looking cafe with flaky hummus plates in downtown Minneapolis on some weekday afternoon to make sure the coast is clear for him to pull down his string bikini and carefully take a shit with his cape on in a public men’s room - and - He is the only human in the entire deep toppling history of Life On Earth that it’s COOL for him to play City Fucking Winery. In fact, that’s actually IMPOSSIBLE to do - be a musician and play a place that some committee actually all agreed to purposefully christen “City Fucking Winery” – and it’s cool to play there?! Only Prince.
I say the concert was a better concert than all of the other concerts that I hear about and don’t go to!
and he’s done it and some people we all know were there. It’s kinda amazing. I’m not even jealous. It’s like too much for