Ladies and Gentlemen…The Revolution!

Wendy tried to create a moment.

The band finished off with a jam they had weaved into “Controversy,” and then all but she and Lisa left the stage, and Wendy tried to address the people of Cleveland, Ohio.

Essentially, she started talking about when Prince died and how she’d heard and how her bandmates were the first people she wanted to speak to, and how they didn’t want to go to Minneapolis immediately, and how they just were left with this empty sense of not knowing exactly what to do, and how they started playing, and how it felt good to play, and, etc…

I wonder if the people in the audience usually whoop and holler during this bit as they did in Cleveland last night. I mean that’s why I can only give the gist of it. WHOOP and WE LOVE YOU WENDY. That’s why.

Aside from that: I can’t begin to tell you how overwhelming it was to see the same folks who toiled with the man to make this music in front of you making that music. When they finally came to “Purple Rain” — which has not, necessarily, always been my favorite Prince song — Wendy beseeched us to sing with them.

I just shook my head and said “I can’t.”

I must thank my buddy Carl for having the brilliant idea to invite me to Cleveland to enjoy the show and for letting me flop on his sofa. I can’t tell you what a stellar show this was and how glad I am to have been there.

    The Setlist
  • Computer Blue
  • America
  • Mountains
  • Automatic
  • Take Me With You
  • Uptown
  • DMSR
  • Roadhouse Garden
  • Raspberry Beret
  • Erotic City
  • Let’s Work
  • 1999
  • Paisley Park
  • Controversy (Jam)
  • Sometimes it Snows in April
  • Let’s Go Crazy
  • Delirious (includes piano jam from extended Let’s Go Crazy)
  • Kiss
  • When Doves Cry
  • Purple Rain
  • I Would Die 4U/Baby I’m a Star (encore)

Uncle Mike

I think Uncle Mike would have resorted to his favorite scammonism: “There’s people dying today who never died before.” Then he’d laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh. I don’t even think he’d know, you know that it applied to him for once. He’d just laugh that big beautiful laugh, and you would laugh with him because you couldn’t help it. Because you had to. His laughter was gravity, undeniable and a universal force. A raconteur’s raconteur and a fierce social justice warrior who put his time where his mouth was and his mouth where his mouth was (via various radio ventures). There is a banality to the scammonisn that was one of his favorite jokes. But today it carries more weight. Today, it’s true. There are people dying today who have never died before. And today, that guy who died in our realm leaves a lot more room for charisma and gravitas because he was hogging a bunch of it. Now some of that goes back and you can have it too. Just remember Michael Pryor. And how he laughed. And how he told stories. And how literate he was. And how passionate he was. And do half of that in your life. A third if that’s all you can do. Be a third of what my Uncle Mike was and you will be amazing.