Prince - "Sexy Dancer" (live Atlanta 1980) **HQ** 

Mine too Daniela - thoroughly enjoyed his early career and preferred it to his later career. Great bass too,

@@danielag.6959 Bless you. Take good care of yourself and your dad(?). Hope to catch up again when there is a premiere. Day off today and have been listening and watching my RU-vid notifications. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗 😘😘😘😘😘

Mines too! 👍🎶💜🎶

Amazing🔥🔥🔥

Yup, he's totally locked in.

This was the show right before coming to Jacksonville, Florida...

I wrote this the day after Prince died... I had my doubts about this Prince guy. I liked “Soft & Wet,” cause girls went all buttery when it came on, and they let you put your hands on them while you danced. The falsetto was problematic, but Smokey Robinson had done pretty well for himself, so I let it go. All I saw of him was still pictures, so I saw the hair and soulful eyes, but I ain’t automatically go to male hatred of pretty guys, cause he played guitar well, and I’m a rock guy (Van Halen is my favorite rock group). I figured he had to be a regular guy, more or less. I would have a chance to see him up close and personal, because he’s coming to Jacksonville with Rick James, the King Of Punk Funk! I LOVED Rick James, absolutely loved him. He took funk to a new level; he did what he wanted to, said what he wanted to, and looked like he wanted to. He smoked weed unapologetically, sometimes onstage; his latest album was named “Fire It Up,” after all. I hoped that the new guy could hang onstage, that Rick wouldn’t blow the kid away with pyrotechnics. Lenny White is an established jazz drummer, with a neat slice of funk named “Peanut Butter,” but I couldn’t pick him out of a lineup at gunpoint. He came on stage while I was getting my head right in the low seats of the Jacksonville Coliseum. It would only take a few minutes to wend my way up to front row center if I left a little before Lenny finished playing. Just have to be persistent. As Lenny White ended, I was in place. I was a little to the right of center, about four rows back. Perfect. I’ve always liked to be close to the stage; I like to see the expressions on the artist’s face, hear their voices over the mikes. Bands had talent back then, they could stand the scrutiny. But, I digress. That Prince guy was about to come on. Let’s see what this purty muhfucka was all about. The band came onstage generically, except for how they looked: Dez and Andre looked like they could have been in Led Zeppelin, if Led Zeppelin had Black guys in it. Lisa looked like she was out cheating on her richass, old husband. Fink was in full doctor regalia, complete with jet-black shades, and Bobby Z looked much too cool to be the drummer. They all just strolled on stage with the house lights only partly dimmed, followed by this little dude who I swore seemed like he had an aura around him as he walked to the middle mike. He had on a little lacy shirt (more like a blouse, really), thigh-high woolen leg-warmers, leading into high-heeled black boots with stars at the ankles, along with black bikini briefs. A palpable gasp echoed through the crowd, and a deep, street-wise voice rang out, ”Lookit this faggot muthafucka!” Prince ain’t move for about thirty seconds, just looking out over the crowd; then, he widened his stance, and ripped into the opening notes of one of the deep cuts on his second album, “Bambi.” I was startled at how loud it was; keep in mind, I had been to an AC/DC concert, and they ain’t have shit on how loud Prince played that night. And every hit was played in a long version. I was soaking wet after dancing to “Sexy Dancer,” and he ain’t had even got to “Soft & Wet” yet. He damn near blew the roof off the sucker when he played “I Wanna Be Your Lover;” those guitar licks sounded far deeper and crunchier live. Close to the end of his set, he took off his little shirt, and threw it out over the crowd. The lady in front of me thought she had a clean shot at it, but I’m 6’4”, and a basketball player then, so I reached over her and grabbed it. She called me all kinds of sissies because I wouldn’t give it back to her, but I guess I thought that shirt would be worth something later on, because in less than an hour, I was convinced that Prince would be our next big rock star. After he finished, a voice came over the loudspeaker telling us that whoever caught the shirt would be allowed to meet Prince. I walked over to the gate, showed the shirt and was let in. His dressing room was spare, with the band scattered around; I shook everybody’s hand, Prince asked me if I enjoyed the show, I said yes, and was quickly ushered away. I guess had I been a girl, I would have been treated a bit more cordially, but I understood. For a little fella, he sure had a big presence. When I walked back out to the floor, the crowd had dissipated, almost as if it was over. Everybody had taken a seat in the stands, because Prince had wore them out. It took Rick about thirty minutes and four songs before folks gradually came back out on the floor. I heard later that Rick had gotten really angry with Prince for showing him up, that Prince had been stealing Rick’s onstage moves, and often went over time as an opening act. It was a beef that lasted until Rick’s death. I went to three more Prince shows after that one: the Controversy tour, 1999 show, and the Musicology extravaganza. I would have gone to see him every time he came, even if both of us were on walkers. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that he is no longer breathing the same air as me. But I guess that he’s through looking for the purple banana, since they put him in the truck. But he left the world better than he found it, if only for his being in it.

Just realized 😂