Things that may have occurred last night during the Prince show

I’m still trying to process what I just saw as I bask in the afterglow of Prince: Piano and a Microphone. It was beautiful and amazing and I’m fairly sure these things did in fact occur. Unless I was dreaming?

• Bearing witness to the masterful skill and musical virtuosity of a truly unique artist
• Kaleidoscopes and candles as set decor
• Slow, rolling tears during Sometimes it Snows in April/Purple Rain, Beautiful Ones and Nothing Compares 2 U *
• Dancing in silver platform shoes with clear heels that lit up like sparks
• A rollicking rendition of Controversy with piano bass chords that I could feel in my chest
• An overwhelming desire to want to feed him a sandwich and take care of him**
• Props to Steph Curry and the Warriors making history
• The sexy side eye/smirky smile***
• A seemingly sincere claim that “I wasn’t gonna do this but just feel the love from you Oakland…” and he steps back from the piano then suddenly When Doves Cry starts OUT OF NOWHERE and everyone is going crazy
• A purple boatneck tunic and matching slacks (a pantsuit?) looking cool because Prince can wear whatever the hell he wants and it will always look right
• A loose, spontaneous interweaving of songs where you had no idea where he was going to go next, but couldn’t wait to find out.
• Playful side conversations that I’m pretty sure were directed to me only, despite being in an arena with 20,000 other people
• Casual strewing off of knit vest-thing (audience roar) and tossed aside bench allowing him to drop to his knees for full emoting (audience now screaming)
• Moments of life flashing before my eyes (high school, college, getting-ready-to-go-out, all of 1999, the past decade, last week…)
• Exit from the stage and entrance for encores via BICYCLE. With a scepter!
• A shitty new thing where they turn the arena lights ON, cueing the audience that the show is over and then after you start walking out, he comes back for third encore…

*Me
**Ok, me again
***Totally cribbed by Susanna Hoffs