I just want your extra time and your kiss

This post isn’t really in-keeping with the rest of the blog theme (which appears to have developed into complaining about Facebook) but it’s a post I have to make because it refers to Prince, whose song Rasberry Beret gives this blog its title.

I went to see Prince last night at the O2 Arena. When my friend and I bought our tickets a few months back we thought this would be a once in a lifetime opportunity to see Prince, we didn’t realise he was actually playing 21 dates at the damn place. When I found this out I was worried he may be getting bored of this mammoth residency which is about to end. I was hoping to see him perform with energy and enthusiasm… and that is exactly what I got!

The stage was in the shape of the Prince symbol and he had two amazing twin backing dancers. He can still dance, he can still sing and I still definitely would.

Most amazingly of all, he did two encores. The second happened after the lights had gone up and some of the crowd had already left. I had a feeling it may happen because his last words before he left the stage was to tell us take out time leaving and I also spied a roadie hoist a keyboard onto the stage when the lights went down at the end of the first encore. Prince was transported back to the stage in a box and proceeded to play a random collection of hits on the keyboard.

I was also impressed at how he also chatted to the crowd in such a comical way. He is so obviously a born performer. He wasn’t at all the pretentious superstar I may have expected.

You had a pocket full of horses,
Trojan and some of them used.
But it was Saturday night,
I guess that makes it all right.
And you say what have I got to lose?