Can You Still Kick it Like Prince?

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prince 30 years ago with sky blue background
Keep your chest moss forever young

OK, we went to see Prince at New York’s Madison Square Garden last week. We know this is a DJ blog and he’s not a DJ, but hey… he’s Prince.

And believe it or not, DJs can learn a lot from a 30-year veteran who can still kick it as if he were still in his twenties.

First, married men live longer than single men, and since Prince has been married at least twice, we’re sure that means longer life than a man who’s only been married once.

Don’t believe us? Check these longevity secrets here.

As for the show, not much need to set things up. Here were the opening songs:

“The Beautiful Ones” (just him, a grand piano and a dancer)
“Let’s Go Crazy”/“Delirious”
“Little Red Corvette”

“Raspberry Beret”

Obviously, His Royal Badness was not fiddling around this time. No indulgences necessary. Working in a quasi-in-the-round setup—the stage was shaped like that male/female Prince glyph—he went for the early-round knockout and he got it.

Six songs later, he ended his first set with “Purple Rain” and, yes, the whole Garden was howling along as Prince ripped up that iconic guitar solo. (Greatest power ballad ever?)

He really blazed on the Telecaster all night, but the penultimate encore set (again) featured just him at the piano doing things like “Do Me, Baby” and “I Wanna Be Your Lover.” The crowd—20,000-plus—sang every word in falsetto. Goosebumps all around.

Yes, the show had its choreographed, Vegas-y moments, especially on some of the rave-up funk tunes like “Cream” and the white-flag-waving dancer on “Purple Rain,” but whatever. He really shook it up with whoppers like “U Got the Look” and “Let’s Work.” At 52, it’s true that Prince himself doesn’t dance as much as he once did, but he can play guitar just fine. All told, he put out pretty hard for an hour-and-45. By the time the fans emptied into the subways and the still-snowy Manhattan streets, they had seen a show to remember.

The man’s still got it—the whole package.

— Jim Tremayne