Prince!

My last post, while therapeutic in a way, did not help in the "get-it-out-of-my-system" way I prefer. Instead I haven't stopped thinking about that whole deal. It was years ago. I need to move off this and onto other things. Like Prince at the Superbowl. First, let me tell you about the Janet/Justin Superbowl. When her top ripped off and exposed her pierced breast I sort of tilted my head to the side, squinted my eyes and said, "Did I really just see what I think I saw?" At the halftime show with Prince I did the same head tilt-squint and said, "Isn't this a little Austin Powers?" I love Prince. Correction, I love the old Prince who was always reliably naughty. His stage shows were great, but bawdy and funny. Then, not long ago, I read that he was changing and we wouldn't hear any cursing or see any questionable antics or lyrics from him anymore. I was happy for him, if that's what he needed to do, but this new Prince would take some getting used to. I went to see him in concert, proudly wearing purple, of course and his show was indeed PG and not the NC-17 I'd grown to appreciate. Well folks, after this halftime show, I think the old Prince is back, sense of humor in tact. I couldn't be happier.