We went to the Prince concert last night at the 02 Millennium dome in London. What an amazing show. We knew we were in for a treat when Maceo Parker showed up for the first song. From the start, the platform-shoe'd-one - man, he is tiny - got the crowd all funked out.
The arena is the new corporate approach to concert-going. You arrive in a giant mall, with all these chain restaurants and bars in it. We ate at some generic Thai place. I ordered a vodka tonic with lime, and they have me a vodka tonic with tons of lime juice. I tried to choke it down, but it was gross. Guess you have to ask for fresh lime. We're still having weird ordering miscues at restaurants.
Anyway, we had a blast. His tickets were only 31 pounds - not like these other geriatric rockers who charge hundreds of pounds/dollars, and they barely make it through the set. Speaking of which, we're supposed to see the Police next weekend. We'll have to compare our teenage heroes, and how they're faring in their boomer years.
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