After Prince died, a
young person asked me what was Prince’s best song. I scoffed out a laugh. Song?
No way to pick a song. You can
barely pick an album. There is just too
much, too diverse a catalogue of songs in Prince’s creative treasure to pick
one of anything. This is a man who
started his first album, 1978s For You,
with an acapella arrangement of vocals that no pop star has ever
attempted. Not Michael. Not Whitney.
Not Stevie.
I’m not saying Prince
is more talented, or better than any of these artists, or that he’s the only
one who could do this. I am saying he’s
the only one who would do this. Because
Prince always seemed to give his all from this very beginning, fully trusting
his talent and musical instincts. How
can you pick a song or album from an artist who poured his entire being into
every song? You can’t.
But in the spirit of
doing the impossible, as Prince seemed to do daily, let’s take a shot at
it. I’m going to propose that the best
Album for pure musicality has to be Parade, the soundtrack to Under the Cherry
Moon. The why of that choice will be
reserved for some future writing. But if
I’m picking my favorite, all around Prince Album, it is Around the World in a Day. Both of these albums are masterpieces in my
opinion. But Around the World in A Day
reveals so much about Prince and about America while traversing a weird,
fantastic, meticulously layered landscape of pop, jazz, funk, R&B, rock,
and even gospel. The album hands America
a mirror and says look at yourself you beautiful mess.
Rather than spend a bunch
of time trying to speak for Prince. I’ll
use his words to speak for themselves and trust myself as a listener enough to
venture interpretations. Why? Because Prince is a poet and a storyteller. And while many will acknowledge him as
perhaps among the greatest musicians to ever live, I don’t know enough about
music to give him his due there. But as
a poet and storyteller who dreams in colorful words, I wish to give Prince the
poet his due.
Track 1: Around The World in a Day
The song starts with a
middle eastern sounding flute, drum, and a guttural scream that sounds like
the prototypical woman in childbirth. Mirroring his “sermon” at the beginning of
“Let’s Go Crazy,” Prince says:
Lonliness already knows
you.
There ain’t no reason to
stay.
Come here, take my hand,
I’ll show you.
I think I know a better
way.
A Poet’s Translation (with my best imitation Prince swaggitude): Y’all stay lonely like y’all here to keep lonliness company. Forget that. Let’s come together and go around the world to find a better way.
These lines may well be Prince’s paradox: a manifesto and cry for help. Prince, the notoriously private life of the party, is pleading with the world to leave lonliness and come with him to find the way to Paisley Park, AKA Freedom. Which brings us to track number two.
Track 2: Paisley Park
The song has a very simple
bass drum double-beat thumping under circus-like, high pitched pipes that play
strange and almost dissonant sounds. It
brings the heart to mind. The steady
beat pushing lifeblood through artery pipes in rhythmic swishes. This sound sets up as a fantastical
background for the lyrics, which explain how Paisley Park, the name of Prince’s
real life musical production, performance and party campus in his hometown
Minneapolis, Paisley Park is in your heart.
Prince then tells a few stories of the people in Paisley Park. One of whom is a woman who is unhappy because
she hasn’t forgiven someone.
There is a woman who sits all alone by the pier.
Her husband was naughty
and caused his wife so many tears.
He died without knowing
forgiveness and now she is sad.
Maybe she’ll come to the
park and forgive him
and life won’t be so bad
in Paisley Park.
The meaning in these very simple lines is profound in its expansiveness. Not only is the unforgiven man sad for eternity, so is his wife left to suffer the weight of having not forgiven him. The only balm is forgiveness and without it neither is free to enjoy Paisley Park. And Paisley Park, as described throughout the song, is Freedom.
Track 3: Condition of the Heart
This song is simply a
weird, beautiful, musical movie.
Prince’s singing is strange and ethereal. But the lyrics are basic storytelling that
seem to reveal lots of vulnerability and empathy, traits that the notoriously cocky
Prince showed freely. Check out this
self-deprecating line:
There was a dame in London who insisted that he love her,
then left him for a real
prince from Arabia.
Here Prince admits being
left, and, even though his real name is Prince, feels he isn’t a “real” prince
no matter how much money or fame he has.
And this dame, who could tell the difference, leaves him for the bigger
fish.
Then there is this line,
that both brings an unrequited love from another world in Paris down to his
level and raises the woman who is present in his world, a friend maybe, up on
the pedestal of his attention that she deserves.
There is a woman from the
ghetto who makes funny faces,
just like Clara
Beau.
How was I to know that
she would wear the same cologne
and giggle the same
giggle as you do
whenever I would act a
fool,
the fool with a condition
of the heart?
Prince captures all of
the hope and dashed hopes, madness and clarity, boldness and self-loathing that
happens in love. And that’s only in the
words. Once again, the music is a story
in itself. As is the case with track
four.
Track 4: Rasberry Beret
This consummate pop song,
which may as well have been written by Bruce Springsteen or Billy Joel, is a
short story about a dude working in a nowhere job for “Mr. McGhee” who doesn’t
like him because he’s “a bit to leisurely.” An exceedingly fine woman walks in
wearing a second hand hat. He engages
and gets her on his bike for a ride to “Old Man Johnson’s Farm” (hint hint). It’s a silly, light pop song for sure, but
there are some hidden gems of wordplay and poetry. Like these:
Overcast days never turn
me on
but something about the
clouds and her mixed.
She wasn’t to bright,
but I could tell when she
kissed me,
she knew how to get her
kicks
What a way to describe a
free spirit. May not be too bright, not
overly concerned about the complexities of life and love, but certainly aware
of how to get what she wants.
Then there is the barn,
love-making scene. Peak Prince
poetics.
The rain sounds so cool
when it hits the barn roof
And the horses wonder who you
are
Thunder drowns out what the lightning
sees
You feel like a movie star
Come on now. That’s strong freedom imagery wrung through
the simple pleasure, the simply magnificent performance of sex. The motifs of simplicity (rain against a
roof, the simple wonder of horses) against complexity (weather, the curious
look of animals, dubious fame) are woven throughout the song: the second hand store hat and not needing to
wear much more than that, of being watched by haughty horses and not caring,
lights flashing to reveal everything and the thunder covering everything like a
blanket of sound… all that says freedom beats fame, fun beats propriety and the
girl in the raspberry beret, ‘built like she was’ and wet under the rainstorm, is
better than the world’s (and Prince’s) supermodels.
The last interesting
twist in the song is in the chorus. “I
think I love her.” When Prince loves a
woman he doesn’t “think” he loves her.
He adores her. His love is
insatiable. Whereas he “thinks” he loves
this little bit of fun. Hint: He doesn’t and pays a spiritual price for it
later in the album (Temptation).
Track 5: Tambourine
Listen to the song. Think about it. No comment on the meaning. You who know the song know why. Listen to the song. It is funky and fun. No comment on the meaning, but it’s placement
after Rasberry Beret and before America is important. He doesn’t need the lady in the beret,
because he has his magazine and his “tambourine/trampoline.” But what does he need? America has something to say about that.
Track 6: America
Here Prince goes in on
America the Beautiful, which he savages with vicious guitar riffs. But he saves his most ferocious expression
for the lyrics where he exposes the America of “the woman in the one room
jungle, monkey cage” and of “the boy who won’t stand for the pledge” and now “lives
on a mushroom cloud.” This song is a prescription
for an America enamored with a false vision of its perfection sold by
populist politicians. They sell the
American dream and the boogey men in its shadows waiting to turn it into a
nightmare. With this song Prince reminds
us that for some of us, America has long been a nightmare and he seeks to wake
us up to a dream beyond, a freedom beyond, which is what this whole album
speaks to. And Prince speaks to it
clearly in his chorus:
America, America
God shed his grace on
thee
America, America
Keep his children Free
Track 7: Pop Life
One of my favorite Prince
songs, because it is as straight-forward as can be with regard to social
commentary. It is so spot on about
today, you could forget that it was written 30 years ago. Listen to this song now and often. Listen to the lyrics, to the burst of riot or
sport that interrupts the choruses towards the end of the song. This song is, and I hate using this cliché
pop term, but it’s so apropos here, this song is everything. I’ll just point out a few lines:
What’s the matter with
your life?
Is the poverty bringing
you down?
Is the mailman jerking
you round?
Did he put your million
dollar check in someone else’s box?”
We all think we are going
to get rich, don’t we? Isn’t that the
American dream? But are we all just
waiting on the proverbial ‘mailman’ to drop luck on us, like he seems to drop
it on all our neighbors? Are we all
chasing each other wondering if the other has some hidden advantaged delivered
by the ‘mailman’ of fate or circumstance?
Then there’s the chorus:
Pop life. Everybody needs a thrill.
Pop Life. We all got a space to fill.
Pop life. Everybody can’t be on top.
Life it ain’t real funky,
unless it’s got that
pop.
That’s the chorus. Go put this song in your life now.
Track 8: The Ladder
The Ladder is a gospel song. Its vocals
and the arrangement sound like Gospel.
Prince’s echoing voice makes him sound like he’s singing and speaking
at a stadium revival. The song is
inevitably compared to Purple Rain because of its massive sound, but it has
nothing to do with Purple Rain. The song
is gospel, pure and simple. That’s
evident in the chorus.
Everybody’s looking for
the answer.
Everybody wants salvation
of the soul.
What’s the use of having
half a story, half a dream.
You have to climb the
steps in between.
Here Prince keys us into
what he thinks the “answer” is. The
answer is the walk, the climb from where you are to where you are going. The destination and starting point are only
half the story, half the dream. And
what’s the use of that? Walk in the
question. And with the last two songs,
the question gets complicated. What do
you do when you literally can’t stand Prince’s lyrics?
The last two songs on
this album aren’t just hard to listen to lyrically. I have not been able to listen to either song
all the way through if I’m even paying the slightest attention to the meaning
of the lyrics. To put it mildly, I don’t
enjoy the words of either of the last two songs Temptation and On the Couch. They represent to me all the things people
make fun of about Prince. His turn
towards an overbearing morality, his self-indulgence, and his resistance to
feedback (because I’m absolutely certain somebody told him that these two songs
do not belong on this masterpiece).
But here’s the amazing thing about Prince. Even where he falls lyrically, the music rises
to the occasion. Both of these songs end up being sonically amazing. Which makes sense, because both are about
sex. Prince himself admits in a recent
Rolling Stone interview that when singing about sex, “It's
almost hard to sing now, you can't even sing a word like that and make it sound
like anything ... that you want it to. But I can take you out there and hit
this guitar for you, and then what you'll hear is sex.”
Both of the last two songs
on this album are sonic sex, and like sex, words are unnecessary. Prince would have done better trusting his
instruments to speak for him on these. And
that brings us back to the core of this whole endeavor: trust.
I believe that if Prince’s musical journey, and
maybe his life, had a core tension, that tension was about the dynamic energy swirling between points of trust and distrust, freedom and resistance. Prince didn’t trust gender to contain all of
him, but he trusted his own sexuality so much that this straight man felt
comfortable dressing and at times acting/singing like a woman. Prince didn’t seem to trust his musical
comrades and so he played every instrument and worked his band to oblivion
before shows. Yet he so trusted his
instincts and his players potential that he was able to orchestrate them into
complete alignment and near perfection.
Prince didn’t trust us with his inner-most life, but he did pour himself
on records with abandon. Prince didn’t
trust the industry, but trusted his fans enough to roll with him through a
phase of namelessness and invisibility on the web. Essentially, for Prince, trust seemed to be
the ultimate gift that he reserved for a precious few that had to earn it and
keep earning it… and trust was also something that he rained down on the world from
a place of high knowing, a cloud of complete freedom to be. It’s a strange thing, how trust seemed to work
in the world of Prince. However, his
lyrics make it plain. Prince seemed to trust one thing above all: Freedom.