Rebirth Of The Flesh
We Can Funk
Shockadelica is to Prince's Purple Music like :
Someone asked Gioacchino Rossini who was the greatest musician.
“Beethoven,” came the reply.
“What of Mozart then?”
“Oh, Mozart is not the greatest musician,” Rossini said.
“He is the only.”
This one doesn't go for the masses.
It's a "I Miss You" with a finger raised, it's odd.
It's a guitarist's thing. There are ghosts of past relationships.
Auras of George and James sleeping at this late hour,
as Arsène Nelson sneaks into their most forbidden dream
and steals their most pelvis-thrusting unconfessed sonic gimmicks.
« U think U've heard Wild Funk, right? Wait until U hear this 1. »
The one in which they scream to the girl responsible
for such a longing, burning, consuming desire and lots of drags
"Nasty Bitch!"and the girl, of course, likes it, whether she's acting or not.
But don't you worry about any kind of violence,
it's all an act, you can bet love is there precisely because of side A.
Being called a bitch, or wandering on the other side of the callee,
require the closest of intimacies.
It's one of the best Maxi-Singles ever.
Prince looking in the mirror and going:
How am I going to be make Mama goes Papa again?
And will it reconcile my two sides in the process?
It's the Frank Abagnale Jr. trauma,
but it's obvious when it comes to Prince.
Prince spent his whole life trying to get women.
I mean to understand them, you silly fools.
Basically understanding Ma, what it's like to be a woman,
to forgive her fo the unvoluntary pain she caused him,
and within 3 years he goes from acknowledgement ("When Doves Cry"), absolution ("Purple Rain"),
to inheritance of a woman's sensibilities — nurtured in his created nest by Peggy, Wendy,
Lisa, Susannah, Susan, Karen, Sheila, Marylou, Jill and company in a storm of rooms, studio's or not :
"4 The Tears In Your Eyes", "Girl", "Sometimes It Snows In April",
"If I Was Your Girlfriend" and many others.
Prince was vengeful to himself, and his close ones.
He couldn't stand they had their own life and visions,
but he understood it, being self-centered himself,
hence the slight self-hatred floating like a drone.
Because, this one is the more « Crazaaay! » of the 2. Sad but true.
I'm one to wish Minnie could have exploded like Motown.
Detroit, what happened?
The ultimate ode to the 7th minor diatonic degree.
This is his true S.M. masterpiece, it's "It"’s crazy lesbian cousin,
maybe they even put out their tongues together,
yuck, I'm calling Tipper right this instant.
Shockadelica puts the funk grin on my face the second I hear that sticky drone underneath,
and just when it dawns on you this is like Housequake 45 rpm running at 33,
« — Twaaaang!!! »
And then the drone goes for the octaves (hate, 8, heights),
then — silence! (what does it looks like, doggies?),
Camille suddenly springs out the stage curtain and the boombox, into a red light pursuit.
I mean Camille's thang from the zipper.
What else goes « — Twaaaang!!! », you tell me,
apart from an exploding pants' attaching device.
But we're talking buttons here. All three of them pop out.
One per bar increase till the verse.
It's built like a classical piece,
yet it's spit out in a day, overdubbed in a second,
and it's funny as hell.
The intentional out-of-tuning of the guitars traumatized Dre
and is single-handedly responsible for the sound of things like Snoop Dogg's "Who Am I (What's My Name)?"
Bob. Ain't that a bitch.
Does "Bob George" qualify as funk?
I'd say is pure rap. I mean, it's the ultimate garade demo,
it's the hidden influence of Chicago House Music as an epiphenomenon,
but at heart it's 100% genuine Gangsta Rap, let the truth be heard.
It's Gangsta Rap by Prince, but it has to become public that this astounded
Everyone for his cinematic take, it's more violent than Scorecese,
it's sonically so accurate, people think Prince didn't care about sound,
and yet again I have to lecture them that he was just fast and didn't conform
to whatever fantasy the sound engineer envisioned, leaving her.him to pushing buttons,
which is always a bit offending for a professional.
The 8-track with a bit of a hiss, the slight nudge
Prince made with his finger on one of the "shuffle" settings on the Linn,
the slight tempo acceleration (just one BPM, but it's there).
Never has a drum machine sound so alive and menacing,
with just one kick and snare. There isn't a single gratuitous sound effect.
NWA and Public Enemy were never able
to tackle the very serious problems they brought focus on by looking at themselves
as long as it takes to come out with something that equally condemns the police and black people.
That's thought-provoking even for myself, and I have no voice in there, but it's like "America".
Prince has almost always a double view on things: that's his trademark.
Heck, that's his logo.
That's his stars sign.
Prince spent many moments in front of the mirror,
but not just the physical one. A great actor needs great ability for impersonation (Doh!).
It's maybe the best homage to Bowie Prince could pay, to take the torch of acting your arse off
instead of clowning (Kiss, every hair saloon metal band ever assembled).
When you're a woman, you're a woman.
Prince ignited, after "Dirty Mind", yet again social changes with "If I Was Your Girlfriend"
as, say, Sidney Pollack with "Kramer vs. Kramer" and "Tootsie".
They slowly tainted our everyday lives, like tea in hot water,
we've come a long way since then. Sex roles have become interchangeable,
at least among for the open-minded. An arists's tolerance agenda.
I don't like "funk", "funkiest", "funky" to be associated with Prince.
It's one of the reasons white folks won't climb the mountain from the snowy side,
until they find some spots of black rock, and eventually discover white men, actually, can jump.
Don't sell him black. Let a funk be a funk and a pop be a pop.
Furthermore, I think Prince would support me on this.
If anyone ever fiercely battled labels o any kind, it sure was one of them.
But hey, I chimed in.
Really, guys: have a piece of cake.
Just the yawn at the beginning is the funniest shit ever.
Like this is take 25th, it's 5:14 AM, check-check, tape rolling,
back to work, except work means fun to the man.
It's "Shockadelica" without lyrics. It has cowbell !
His vocals chanting the wah-wah are just hilarious,
the sexual moans are incredible.
Who needs lyrics?
[Edited 6/2/18 7:11am]