Last weekend I finally got to see Prince live in concert. I’ve loved him since Cream came out in 1992 when I was only 9 years old. I remembered being shocked (but delighted) but how sexy that clip was and used to love singing it and griding away like they do in the privacy of my bedroom. Admittedly I had no idea what any of it meant but even then I understood the raw, sexual energy that Prince conveys in his music. So I have NO idea why I was so slack with getting tickets to see him live! I knew he was coming and then somehow forgot to buy tickets until a few days before his first Brisbane show on the 18th May. I literally couldn’t justify spending the money to go, but made a deal with my gf Skye that we’d go to the 2nd show. Neither of us even knew the other was a Prince fan so it actually worked out really well!
I won’t go into too much details because you literally need to see Prince to appreciate how good he is. For someone in his 50s he was a spry as he was in the 80s and danced up a storm, sang like a dream and played half the instruments on the stage. It was an “in the round” stage so no matter where you sat the view was pretty good. We have average tickets, but thanks to the many huge screens we didn’t miss any details. Though next time (hoping there is a next time!) I will definitely make sure I get tickets right up by the stage!
Anyway, here are some photos from the night:
We arrived petty early so there weren’t a lot of people around which gave us a great opportunity for “posing in front of the venue” pics.
Skye and I have a drink in some classy plastic cups. This really odd family of bogan-inclined folk kept chatting to us and getting me to take their photo so I made them take one of us too!
Sneaky public bathroom selfie ;)
Oh BTW just in case anyone’s wondering, my jacket is by a brand called Lipsy and is the greatest jacket I’ve ever owned. I got it from Myer on sale and am seriously considering buying the black one too. How DIVINE is it?!
A couple of shots from the show. The stage looks further away than it actually was. We could still see Prince quite well and didn’t have to rely on the screen that much.
It was a long night, by the time he finished at 11pm (FOUR encores), I didn’t get home until about 2am and was absolutely exhausted! So much so I fell straight into bed and woke up looking a hot mess: