The Midnight Snack -Thursday

A roller coaster of emotions today. Let’s start with the happy, and transition into less happy and yet…still I can find joy.

Everything is Jake:  We have our first no hitter of 2016! Jake Arrieta decided to take the Reds behind the woodshed. The final score was a tremendous ass kicking; 16-0. Kris Bryant hit two home runs, including a grand slam. However, all of that is lost in another outstanding pitching performance by the internationally known bearded wonder and underwear model.

Of course, the Reds were feeling the pain of a Cub mauling, but fear not. There’s another team that’s been on the bruising end of an Arrieta no-no, and they offered their assistance.

The best part of all this? His battery mate this evening was the beloved by all David Ross. The retiring catcher, known affectionately as Grandpa Rossy by the young Cubs staff, had never catch a no hitter in his long and successful career. For Arrieta, knowing he’s given one of the best memories a catcher can have – being on the other end of a no-hitter for a guy – was almost more important to him than getting another notch on his belt.

It got awful dusty in here all of a sudden. And now with tears comes some sadness.

Rave un2 The Joy Fantastic:

The Star Tribune is the Minneapolis paper of record. I have been to the Twin Cities several times over the years, always hoping that I would have my own Prince sighting. He was known to sometimes take public transportation downtown, minding his own business, just as others in Minneapolis would mind his. He was one of theirs, and they loved him, and he loved them back. I walked by First Avenue many times, seeing the names of the artists painted on the walls, but always looked for that one special star, the brightest of them all, the one star that put that place on the map, the one that was the true North Star.

Our own Inda posted a moving personal tribute to His Royal Purpleness himself earlier this evening, but I would like to take this opportunity to say my own words about an artist, a genius, someone who inspired me on every single level to never stop being creative and true to my own spirit.

Most people think about Prince’s early work, the Purple Rain era, 1999, the days of the Love Symbol. But I was a fan of The Beautiful One from his soul funk days as a nineteen year old singer/songwriter/producer to his smooth R&B internet only release experiments. I love this song, one that people might not have heard. I’m blessed to have found it on YouTube, honestly, with the way Prince took his stuff down all the time.

The Twins went all out, changing their social media accounts to purple. Downtown Minneapolis is overflowing with Prince fans, singing and dancing in the streets in an outpouring of grief mixed with the knowledge that Prince will never die because his music is so fucking ALIVE. And will always be.

One of the first Midnight Snacks that I wrote here at F.I. was a Prince tribute post, with lyrics and song titles as my transitions. Prince was one of my greatest inspirations; a man who could marry the spiritual with the sexual and still open minds with that singular talent. He believed so strongly in art for art’s sake – something that I, too, believe in with my whole being. Music was his gift and his passion and I am moved to tears knowing that we are richer for having been the recipients of that amazing gift.

I leave you with another of my all time favorite Prince songs, another one that I’m shocked to find available to listen to on YouTube. I like this one even more than “This Could Be Us” – in fact, other than probably “7” and “Sexy MF” I think this one is my favorite Prince song.

 

And if the stars ever fell one by one from the sky
I know Mars could not be, uh, too far behind
Cuz baby, this kind of beauty has got no reason to ever be shy
Cuz honey, this kind of beauty is the kind that comes from inside

Rest In Power, Prince. You truly were The Artist.

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9 thoughts on “The Midnight Snack -Thursday

  1. As a rule, I don’t read anything but MLB.com before starting my recap. I made an exception tonight. Thank you for the glorious no-hitter, Arietta and giving me a reason to smile tonight.

    I want the flesh. I know the music lives forever but I want it all. “She couldn’t stop crying ’cause she knew he was gone to stay.”

    A sweet ex once used The Most Beautiful Girl in the World as my ring tone. Oh, fuck, no, no. So sweet though. I can’t even listen to that one. Everyone at work yesterday was checking on me. I work with good people.

    I found my favorite online. That guitar solo.

    http://www.jukebo.com/prince/music-clip,i-could-never-take-the-place-of-your-man,qxr8qm.html

    It was only last June
    When her old man ran away
    She couldn’t stop crying
    ‘Cause she knew he was gone to stay

    It was ten thirty-five on a lonely Friday night
    She was standin’ by the bar,
    She was lookin’ alright, yeah

    I asked if she wanted to dance
    And she said all she wanted was a good man
    And wanted to know
    If I thought I was qualified, yeah

    And I said, baby don’t waste your time
    I know what’s on your mind
    I may be qualified for a one night stand
    But I could never take the place of your man

    It hurt me so bad when she told me
    With tears in her eyes (tears in her eyes)
    He was all she ever had
    And now she wanted to die

    He left her with a baby
    And another one on the way, yeah
    She couldn’t stop cryin’
    ‘Cause she knew he was gone to stay

    She asked me if we could be friends
    And I said, oh, honey baby that’s a dead end
    You know and I know
    That we wouldn’t be satisfied
    No

    And I said, baby don’t waste your time
    I know what’s on your mind
    You wouldn’t be satisfied (wouldn’t be satisfied)
    With a one night stand (uh, uh, uh)

    And I could never take the place of your man, oh
    Yeah, yeah, the place of your man (uh, uh, uh)
    One, two

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  2. Nothing compares 2U is a masterpiece also! Remember, he gave an awful lot of songs away too. I am in my early fifties but, this is getting ridiculous! The attrition rate is breathtaking. 3 – 4 deaths a fucking month? SMDH😢

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    • I agree, Slappy. I listened to Nothing Compares 2U on the way home last night on repeat.

      Manic Monday. Glamorous Life. If I start I won’t be able to stop. 😛

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  3. For some reason (probably my own ineptitude). I couldn’t get this video I show up, so I’ll just c&p the chorus.

    There’s a hole in the world tonight
    There’s a cloud of fear and sorrow
    There’s a hole in the world tonight
    Don’t let there be a hole in the world tomorrow

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  4. Matt Taibbi with a terrific tribute to Prince.

    Goodbye, Prince – You Were the Best of Us

    At the worst possible time, we lost one of our best

    By Matt Taibbi April 22, 2016

    Read more: http://www.rollingstone.com/music/news/goodbye-prince-you-were-the-best-of-us-20160422#ixzz46cP47Cnd
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    The song “Purple Rain” begins with an apology. “I never meant to cause you any sorrow, never meant to cause you any pain.”

    In the context of the movie Purple Rain, that could have meant Prince’s “The Kid” character apologizing for betraying and hitting his girlfriend Apollonia. Or Prince could have been channeling the guilt of the Kid’s father, Francis L., like Prince’s own father, a struggling musician. The fictional film version had hurt his wife and his son, and ultimately himself, with his abuse and his controlling nature. Or the Kid could be talking to his parents, the mother he didn’t protect or the father he disappointed, and apologizing to them just for not being a different child, one who could take all of them away from their problems.

    Whatever the context, “Purple Rain” is a song about pain, which is unusual for the kind of iconic global hit it became. The singer is sorry for the trouble he’s caused. He’s sorry that he’s ruined things. And even if it’s too late to make things better, he wants you to know that he wishes he could.

    He wishes we could go to a place where it could all be washed away. The paradise he picked, Purple Rain, doesn’t exist on Earth, but he passionately believes in it. In the song, he uses his guitar and his voice to scale every possible note in search of it up there. He frantically plays and sings his way higher and higher, soaring in an ecstasy of creation until for a moment we’re all there with him in the Purple Rain, his characteristically weird name for heaven, where everything is forgiven and we all love each other again.

    Thematically it’s a little like John Lennon’s “Imagine,” I guess, except the song wasn’t political but personal. Prince didn’t point the finger at priests or corporations or people who made war as the obstacles to a better world. He started with himself. He apologized, and then he tried to make things better the only way he knew how, by using his extraordinary gifts to make beautiful things.

    Prince’s greatest moment may have come on February 4, 2007, at halftime of Super Bowl XLI. It was a miserable game. Not only was it not a close contest, but it was played in a torrential downpour that made the game hard to see, and an ordeal for the spectators who of course had been bled for every last cent en route to their seats. The athletes on the field for the most part didn’t rise to the challenge of the conditions, and played a sloppy game, adding to the impression of an overhyped, expensive letdown.

    Then Prince came out at halftime and acted like he didn’t even notice the weather. He started with his usual concert-opening anthem, “Let’s Go Crazy,” and then did something nobody ever does at Super Bowls: He forgot to promote himself. He played other peoples’ songs, a weird mix including everything from Hendrix/Dylan’s “All Along the Watchtower” to Queen’s “We Will Rock You” to “Best of You” by the Foo Fighters, a band whose members had no idea this was coming. He wasn’t selling himself, just music.

    Then at the end, when he played “Purple Rain,” nature upstaged the most scripted event on Earth to unleash torrents of water on the stadium. The joy on Prince’s face was unmistakable as he screamed his guitar higher and higher while buckets of rain came down on him. It was something you never see anywhere, let alone on TV: pure happiness. And tens of millions of people swayed along to his by then familiar ballad about the hope of finding something better in this world.

    That was all of us at our best.

    The world we live in today may have just become too angry for someone like Prince. If that’s the case, maybe it’s our turn to look inward and apologize. At the very least we should recognize what we lost yesterday. Goodbye to Prince, who was the best of us.

    http://www.rollingstone.com/music/news/goodbye-prince-you-were-the-best-of-us-20160422

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  5. Skip ahead to about 3:25 to get to the good stuff.

    I like that, at the end, he throws his guitar into the air and it never comes down.

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