Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Purple, Rain

There’s not much of the Purple One on the innertubes (it’s too early to start in on the man’s quirks), but when other people owned the copyright, there wasn’t much his legal team could do.

Prince didn’t need special guests or special effects, just a sheet and some fans; it did help that Mother Nature was doing the production design that evening.

(Dead-related thought: the bit when Prince starts the solo is just like when Garcia starts the Franklin’s solo at Lindley Meadows; they are also similar in that they both scare the shit out of me every time I hear them.)

There’s also a mini-documentary from NFL Films about the show (2007 in Miami; Colts beat the Bears 29-17) which features more of Prince’s performance, plus some middle-aged white guy Rock Nerds pontificating about it. Watch it here:



  1. Just ran across this early live purple rain – I’m enjoying it, you might too.

  2. ….sorry for the lack of skill, but you hopefully get the message.

  3. I will admit to not sharing the Prince love of the world at large apparently (although I certainly won’t try to rain [no pun, promise] on anybody’s parade of sorrow), but I have to admire the man for playing the No Fun League halftime show and waving around his guitar cock behind the screen.

    If you didn’t see it before, now you can’t not anymore: that guitar is a giant penis silhouette.

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