So, what defines our individual connection to artists? I guess it could be many things, almost anything really. But for me, it's all about the tingle. This little feeling that starts in my gut, and travels to my brain at the same speed that it journeys a bit farther south. It is in this southern region that the tingle resounds, constantly drawing me back, always leaving me wanting more, never ceasing to produce that magical wave of excitement and intrigue that captivates, inspires and engages me to the point of complete awe. The power of the tingle is all encompassing, and once you discover an artist that can summon it, you will always be a loyal and devoted admirer of whatever they create. But, like most of life's spendid gifts, there is a down side. For once the tingle dies.....it never comes back. Get a girl tingly, keep her tingly, and she will be yours forever. Snuff the tingle....and you've lost her for good.
Which brings me to Prince - and the fucking superbowl halftime show. The idea of a musical genius like Prince performing at the most commercial television event of the year repulses me to a degree of which no words can describe. Every fiber in my being is revolted by the vision of this truly amazing musician lowering himself to perform for the ungrateful, unenlightened, and uninteresting televison viewing masses. Whatever his motivation may be for making this decision, no justification will satisfy this long time fan. And no understanding will resurrect the tingle. It's gone, so I am too.
I don't understand artists that don't understand their audience. Prince performing the half time show is like Monet selling his paintings in a mall, or Steinbeck writing a weekly column for the Enquirer. It's gross, disappointing, and wrong. Prince playing the superbowl obviously doesn't make him less talented, it just makes him less real. The Prince tingle was one of a kind - and I will miss it.....alot!
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Dana's right, Hell did freeze over. Sorry honey!!!
I don't know if you get the materpiece daily news source that is the Modesto Bee (thurs or fri), but they ran an interesting article comparing our new superbowl entertainment with a previous one, Justin Timberlake!?!? The sad part wasn't the fact that they were attempting to compare "who was the sexier artist", the funny part was that it was a blowout. The lists didn't compare. Catagories like sexiest song, who has the sexiest clothes, dance moves, style, celebrity girlfriends, even acting chops went to Prince hands down. I mean every catagory had numerous examples from the Artist, but Mr. Timberlake had nothing. Very few examples (and nothing I had heard before, good for me!) No quality and no quantity. It wasn't close, but is was funny. Every time Justin gets a big head he should read that article. Or maybe he should give up. I like THAT idea better.
Thank you for further illustrating my point. Justin Timberlake (not Prince) is the personification of exactly what superbowl enterainment is all about. Somehow, this no talent "performer" manages to have record sales through the roof, high grossing tours and several awards celebrating his "talent". It is only through suggestive advertising, strategic marketing and tons of money that he achieves this. When superbowl commercials are given as much attention as the game itself, none of us should be surprised that J.T. and dip shits like him are in the forefront of what is the music industry of today.
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