The Prince show started out poorly, for us anyway. Club Black holds about 2,500 people, and when we got there at 12:30 am the line stretched most of the way around the block. And those are big blocks (56th and 11th). I saw Fred Armisen stalking around in a black suit as we tried to find the end of the line. We quickly met up with our friend Scott and his friend Alexis, a bartender from the Knitting Factory who had just sung "7" at the Prince tribute show at B.B. King's. We had a good time waiting in line, chatting about music and clubs and rollerderby and hockey while the cruel wind off the Hudson scythed through us.
Prince had just started playing when we made it inside the club at around 1:10 am, and then it was ten minutes of being crushed to death before we even got to the will-call window for our tickets. Then we were directed with the other cattle toward the main floor of the club, but it was so crowded we were stuck in this entry corridor with a bar on one side and couldn't get far enough forward to see around the corner to the stage. Of course, everyone else was trying to get far enough forward too, except for the people who had already tried and given up and were now trying to go back the way they came. At one point I smelled what I thought was candle smoke, and I nearly shat myself at the thought of getting trampled or crushed in a stampede. But it passed, and the crowd kept their cool. Seriously though, there were moments when it was hard to breathe in the press of bodies. And it was hard to forget that 4 people OD'd there over the weekend.
When we first got in, I believe it was "Shhh" that Prince was doing. That turned into "D.M.S.R.," which sounded great but we couldn't see. Someone said that Big Boi was onstage too, but I can't confirm that and suspect that he was just in the audience and Prince gave him a shout-out. Others stars in attendance who got shout-outs later included Anita Baker, Chris Rock, Dave Chapelle, Andre 3000, and Alicia Keys.
Finally Laura and I figured out that we could go back out, traverse this strange maze, and find our way to the second floor and watch from one of the balconies. At first we still couldn't see, but then we found a couple of padded footstools lying around and dragged them over from the lounge. We stood on them to see over the crowd, and finally we could see Prince and most of the band. And that's when the evening became seriously fun.
I saw Maya Rudolph on the street.
Fortunately Laura was there to catch me when I swooned.
After his induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame this Monday night, Prince is playing a relatively small club show on 56th Street. Okay, it'll be more like early Tuesday morning, but Laura and I nonetheless have tickets. We can't wait. In fact, I don't think I've seen her this giddy since our wedding day.
These little club shows of his have a reputation for surprise jams with other big names. With the Hall of Fame show that night, who knows who might drop by the club to join in? Tune in Tuesday and I'll tell you.
Two hydrogen atoms are walking down the street. One says to the other, "Hey, I think I just lost an electron."
"Are you sure?" asks the second.
Says the first, "I'm positive."
A neutron walks into a bar, takes a seat on one of the stools, and orders a drink. The bartender brings him the drink.
"And he showed me what he does with his hands while he's in the shower."