anunciado apenas alguns dias antes, no dia dezassete de agosto do ano

de dois mil e treze, sua alteza o príncipe de minneapolis, acompanhado

pelas três princesas das 3rdeyegirl, subiu ao palco do coliseu de lisboa

para um dos concertos da minha vida. alternando entre o rock e o funk,

como sempre fez ao longo da sua carreira, soube captar o público logo

à primeira, numa sucessão de canções que todos cantámos de cor, apesar

de bem sabermos que nunca gostaria mais de nós do que da sua guitarra. 

mas a imagem que para mim ficará para sempre nítida e vívida foi aquele

momento, que alguém captou no clip seguinte, em que após "crimson and

clover" foi repetindo o refrão, alterando-o depois para "over and over" e,

num improviso mágico, nos mostrou o que era para si a música. aquela

imagem final dele a dançar, enquanto no coliseu lotado íamos trauteando 

over and over, é algo irrepetível, eu sei, mas impossível de ser esquecido.

...saudades de sua alteza...

{ saudades de sua alteza }

faz hoje um ano que sua alteza nos deixou

esta é uma das canções de que mais gosto

para mim este príncipe foi sempre "sua alteza". recriou o funk e a pop de um modo único e era um raro talento multidisciplinar: tocava guitarra, piano, bateria e não sei quantos mais instrumentos, cantava e dançava, para além de escrever as letras e a música das suas canções e ainda oferecer músicas para outros. foi também um dos meus heróis simbólicos nos anos oitenta e acompanhei-o sempre, mesmo quando deixou de estar na moda. uma vez estava em londres e pude vê-lo ao vivo, na lovesexy tour – e ocorreu uma revelação. talvez só o grande alfredo mercúrio tivesse o mesmo tipo de presença sobre um palco. há uns quatro anos voltou a reinventar-se, rodeando-se de três princesas e regressando ao formato nuclear do quarteto rock (duas guitarras, baixo e bateria), assumindo essa herança de hendrix no seu virtuosismo como solista. quem ocupa agora este lugar?

soube-se entretanto que nas últimas actuações que deu recentemente se apresentara sozinho, cantando apenas acompanhado por si ao piano, possivelmente uma nova experiência que estaria a explorar. gostava de o ter ouvido e de ver como teria adaptado a sua música a um piano solo. mas tive ainda a sorte de o voltar a reencontrar há três anos, naquela noite mágica no coliseu de lisboa. o concerto abriu exactamente com esta canção, revisitando num modo rock um seu êxito antigo, e é isso o que me magoa mais no seu desaparecimento: não podermos a partir de agora voltar a ser com ele assim doidos.

she believed in fairy tales and princes,

he believed in jazz, rhythm&blues

and this thing called soul,

he believed in rock&roll

nothing compares 2 u

prince rogers nelson

(1958-2016…(...

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este passatempo é dedicado a "crimson and clover". 
há o original de tommy james & the shondells 
e a grande recriação do príncipe de minneapolis,
onde se mistura a canção com "wild thing" dos troggs.







Ah Now I don't hardly know her
But I think I could love her
Crimson and clover

Ah Well if she come walkin' over
Now I been waitin' to show her
Crimson and clover
Over and over

Yeah My mind's such a sweet thing
I wanna do everything
What a beautiful feeling
Crimson and clover
Over and over

Crimson and clover, over and over





e há ainda a versão que ouvi em agosto passado,
no concerto mágico do coliseu com as 3rdeyegirl,
que terminou com toda a gente a cantar over and over
e sua alteza e as princesas a divertirem-se em palco...

uma das grandes canções de prince rogers nelson, escondida no magnífico "sign o' the times". 
nas tournées dos anos oitenta era um dos momentos mágicos, com a grande sheila e. na bateria.
a maior parte das pessoas nem repara nisso, mas é um gospel, um estranho e belíssimo gospel.

Black day, stormy night


No love, no hope in sight


Don't cry, He is coming


Don't die without knowing the cross

Ghettos to the left of us


Flowers to the right


There'll be bread for all of us


If we can just bear the cross

Sweet song of salvation


A pregnant mother sings


She lives in starvation


Her children need all that she brings

We all have our problems


Some big, some are small


Soon all of our problems


Will be taken by the cross

Black day, stormy night


No love, no hope in sight


Don't cry for He is coming


Don't die without knowing the cross, no

Ghettos to the left of us


Flowers to the right


There'll be bread for all, y'all


If we can just, just bear the cross, yeah

We all have our problems


Some are big, some are small


Soon all of our problems, y'all


Will be taken by the cross, no

The cross


The cross

today is the day... &
u can't beat royalty and a regal all-girl band...

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entre estas duas definições de beijo:







A) a do filósofo artista

Then comes the kiss. The deeply private realm of the mouth – that dark, moist cavity that no one else but our dentist usually enters, where our tongue reigns supreme over a microcosm as silent and unknown as the belly of a whale – now prepares to open itself up to another. The tongue, which has had no expectation of ever meeting a compatriot, gingerly approaches a fellow member of its species, advancing with something of the reserve and curiosity exhibited by a South Sea Islander in greeting the arrival of the first European adventurer. Indentations and plateaus in the inner lining of the cheeks, hitherto thought of as solely personal, are revealed as having counterparts. The tongues engage each other in a tentative dance. One person can lick the other’s teeth as if they were his or her own.

It could sound disgusting – and that´s the point. Nothing is erotic that isn’t also, with the wrong person, revolting, which is precisely what makes erotic moments so intense: at the precise juncture where disgust could be at its height, we find only welcome and permission. The privileged nature of the union between two people is sealed by an act that, with someone else, would have horrified them both.

Alain de Botton  in “How to think more about sex”

B) a do príncipe artista

Uh!

You don't have to be beautiful to turn me on


I just need your body, baby, from dusk 'til dawn


You don't need experience to turn me on


You just leave it all up to me


I'm gonna show you what it's all about

You don't have to be rich to be my girl


You don't have to be cool to rule my world


Ain't no particular sign I'm more compatible with


I just want your extra time and your kiss

You got to not talk dirty, baby, if you wanna impress me


You can't be too flirty, mama, I know how to undress me


I want to be your fantasy, maybe you could be mine


You just leave it all up to me, we could have a good time

You don't have to be rich to be my girl


You don't have to be cool to rule my world


Ain't no particular sign I'm more compatible with


I just want your extra time and your kiss

Yes, oh I think I wanna dance


Gotta, gotta


Little girl Wendy's parade


Gotta, gotta, gotta

Women, not girls, rule my world, I said they rule my world


Act your age, mama, not your shoe size


Not your shoe size, maybe we could do the twirl


You don't have to watch Dynasty to have an attitude


You just leave it all up to me, my love will be your food

You don't have to be rich to be my girl


You don't have to be cool to rule my world


Ain't no particular sign I'm compatible with


I just want your extra time and your kiss

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...quando nada se compara a ti
















[um original de prince - grande sugestão da bpassarinho]

em plena década de oitenta mr. prince rogers nelson avisava:
vêm aí as drogas duras, o sida, os gangs, o desmoronar da nossa ideia social. 
esta é uma canção mais que profética, em que as palavras retrospectivamente 
têm esse estranho peso, ainda mais realçado pelo grande trabalho gráfico do clip.

Oh yeah In France a skinny man Died of a big disease with a little name

By chance his girlfriend came across a needle And soon she did the same 

At home there are seventeen-year-old boys And their idea of fun 

Is being in a gang called The Disciples High on crack, totin' a machine gun

Time, time 

Hurricane Annie ripped the ceiling of a church And killed everyone inside

U turn on the telly and every other storyIs tellin' U somebody died

Sister killed her baby cuz she could afford 2 feed it And we're sending people 2 the moon

In September my cousin tried reefer 4 the very first time Now he's doing horse, it's June

Times, times

It's silly, no? When a rocket ship explodes And everybody still wants 2 fly

Some say a man ain't happy Unless a man truly dies Oh why

Time, time

Baby make a speech, Star Wars fly Neighbors just shine it on

But if a night falls and a bomb falls Will anybody see the dawn

Time, times
It's silly, no? When a rocket blows And everybody still wants 2 fly

Some say a man ain't happy, truly Until a man truly dies Oh why, oh why,
Sign “O” the Times 
Time, time 

Sign “O” the Times mess with your mind

Hurry before it's 2 late

Let's fall in love, get married, have a baby

We'll call him Nate... if it's a boy

Time, time

ouvi este disco pela primeira vez em casa de um amigo, que o tinha comprado por causa do célebre «kiss».
já conhecia coisas anteriores deste príncipe, mas nada me tinha preparado para a surpresa de ouvir esta canção, que fechava um dos lados do LP.
não só ficou em mim para sempre, como será provavelmente um dos clássicos eternos que a música pop escreveu.
é... por vezes neva em abril.

Tracy died soon after a long fought civil war,
just after I'd wiped away his last tear
I guess he's better off than he was before,
A whole lot better off than the fools he left here
I used 2 cry 4 Tracy because he was my only friend
Those kind of cars don't pass u every day
I used 2 cry 4 Tracy because I wanted to see him again,
But sometimes sometimes life ain't always the way...

Sometimes it snows in April
Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad
Sometimes I wish life was never ending,
and all good things, they say, never last

Springtime was always my favorite time of year,
A time 4 lovers holding hands in the rain
Now springtime only reminds me of Tracy's tears
Always cry 4 love, never cry 4 pain
He used 2 say so strong unafraid to die
Unafraid of the death that left me hypnotized
No, staring at his picture I realized
No one could cry the way my Tracy cried

Sometimes it snows in April
Sometimes I feel so bad
Sometimes I wish that life was never ending,
And all good things, they say, never last

I often dream of heaven and I know that Tracy's there
I know that he has found another friend
Maybe he's found the answer 2 all the April snow
Maybe one day I'll see my Tracy again

Sometimes it snows in April
Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad
Sometimes I wish that life was never ending,
But all good things, they say, never last

All good things they say, never last
And love, it isn't love until it's past