Or…..A 20+ year journey with a guy who looks and sounds like a poof*.
1987 has a lot to answer for. Well, maybe it’s just the 1987 version of me that has a lot to answer for. I was 17 years old and militant in my attitude towards anything I didn’t like and if it wasn’t loud, hard and metallic, there was a very good chance that 1987-me wasn’t into it.
In 1987 I was a long-haired wannabe guitar player who had a hard time accepting that anything not involving a hammer-on guitar solo was real music. Eddie Van Halen and Yngwie Malmsteen were gods and as soon as I got a car in early 1988, it became a rolling church, blaring their hymns at maximum volume wherever I went. I used to have a 25km commute to work and I can remember winding down all four windows in my LJ Torana and having the music up so loud that I couldn’t hear the traffic around me. Yes, I was that guy.
It was around 1987 that I first met a certain guy who just happened to be a Prince fan. It was three years after Purple Rain, but he still wore the T-Shirt from the film at every opportunity and of course, I gave him heaps for it. Let’s just say that with all the frilly shirts, the heels and the high-pitched singing, Prince wasn’t regarded as much of a man’s man in suburban Melbourne. The recipient of my mostly good-natured derision was much nicer about it than I would have been, taking my constant ribbing in his stride and turning out to be a very decent guy in response to my constant asshattery.
A potential conflict of interest arose in 1989. My favourite superhero of all time, Batman, was the subject of a new feature film. I didn’t know it when I arrived at the movie theatre, but the soundtrack to the movie was written and performed by Prince – and I loved it. Thus began what was for me a minor personal cultural revolution, one that would later see me accepting all sorts of things that 1987-me would have considered rather ‘poncy’ – like European cars, for instance.
It was a guitar solo that got the ball rolling. Skip ahead to 2:20….
Who knew that Prince could play the guitar like that? Well, aside from all the people who weren’t boof-headed, loudmouth idiots like me. If I’d actually seen Purple Rain back in 1984, I would have known that Prince had significant guitar chops. But I didn’t. I preferred to base my opinion on how the guy dressed.
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