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Sunday 5 January 2020

BOOK REVIEW: PRINCE-THE BEAUTIFUL ONES

4/5

Purple Page, Purple Page. 

Bringing to life a vision in the purple one's mind. The late, great Prince's curated memoir 'The Beautiful Ones' shows that sometimes the greatest stories remain unfinished, but still told regardless. Painting a perfect picture, Dan Piepenbring (the former editor of 'The Paris Review' who co-wrote, 'Chaos: Charles Mansen, the CIA and the Secret History of the Sixties' with Tom O'Neill for all you 'Mindhunter' fans) brings the book he was writing with Prince-before the rock, funk, jazz, R&B and every other genre God passed-back to life. Breathing new vision into it after only having 20 pages of an actual autobiography to work with. For this Penguin production, Prince picked Piepenbring as his paperback writer (say that six times) after working his way through the "rhapsodic" raw review writing of blogs (giving this writer further evidence(?) that Prince may have read my gig review back in 2014 when I received an email from "the offices of Prince"...oh and the fact that it's a mystery, makes this one even more beautiful) to write this 'Beautiful' book with him, blackout back and forth between the chapters. And now on some bittersweet way it's all ended up exactly like that. As Piepenbring's prologue penmanship of almost 50 nostalgic pages of a frozen moment in three months with the real king of pop, Prince precursors the even more moving memoir of beauty, and eye icons (not emojis people) 2 U. Wrote in his way that nothing compares to. All before a Paisley Park photo album vault looted comes into play like a perfect memory along with a transcription of the treatment he wrote for the original movie that became a classic album, that became a hit song and forever in hue colour scheme. Something about indigo precipitation?! Let his royal funkness reign.

Hitting and running through all the epic work of his estate almost seems like graveyard robbery on a 'Moonbeam Level'. But from the bare essentials of the stripped down 'Piano and Microphone' show turned soundtrack, to the absolute off the charts 'Hollyrock' and its straight outta Hollywood animated music video, there's just so much work here. The work of genius. And from the Sam Cooke like napkin lyrics of gospel, to the legal pad prose of his first book it all seems meant to be, or at least (we hope) like he wanted it to be shared. Unlike the legend of the duet album with Lenny Kravitz, which on completion he if rumour has it told the guitar hero he references in these pages, "this is just for us". Certainly though with these chapters that sadly will never see an epilogue, but deserve an acclaimed acknowledgement. In 2016 we lost Prince, the King, Ali and Ziggy Stardust himself, David Bowie. And what did we gain? Brexit and Donald f###### Trump. So yeah...we've had better years. That one sounded like something out of the apocalypse although this writer fell for the love of his life...but I lost that too. In the same year the only man to come close The Boss (no not Mr. McGee), Bruce Springsteen released his Kerouac beat like acclaimed autobiography before he hit Broadway and these cinematic 'Western Stars' named after one of his signature songs and sets, 'Born To Run', Prince was writing the same after one of his super singles like a Mariah Carey and Dru Hill classic cover before the picture was smashed. But now 'The Beautiful Ones' is here to stay always. Falling under our Christmas tree in a purple package (excuse me?) underneath the dove decorations (but not the two turtle ones Macaulay Culkin 'Home Alone' found 'Lost In New York' for this guy who even locker room references John Hughes movies) this Christmas like a New Year celebration alongside the legendary likes of icons like Red Hot Chili Pepper Flea's 'Acid For The Children' bass line and the 'Rocketman' farewell tour movie of Elton John's magnificence as he, 'Me'. But still chapter and verse, this Prince project is just as prolific even if his life story is sadly cut short. But only in writing. The real tragedy is the loss of his life. But yet Prince's still lives in his body of work, like the soul of this story.

Mama. It all begins with his mother. Like life itself. All in her eyes. The kind Tupac talked about on 'Thugz Mansion' when he grabbed that nine, contemplating suicide until he saw. And it ends...well it doesn't end now. Life goes on even when it doesn't. In spirit. For icons like the love symbol in sound. And now with this for the record in words. That will love and live on in infamy like King or Rowling. J.K. Or J.R.R. Tolkien for this epic fantasy. Except it's reality. Prince's Paisley one. After Piepenbring's inspired introduction, mapping out the intended gameplan script for this story, Prince begins the beauty of his life and family tree. How the young Rogers Nelson was nicknamed Skipper by his mother, taking that one to school as the teachers couldn't believe this kid was called Prince when they took roll. Well now we couldn't imagine anyone else with this man's decreed name by royal appointment. Not even Harry or Wills (with all bowing due respect). All the way through a childhood that shaped his story and the 'Purple Rain' screenplay. All the way to the first album he made, cutting a record deal with Warner and producing, playing every instrument and even designing the artwork 'For You'. And as his last autobiography words focus fittingly on that look between two lovers as one ("one what") that without a voice appropriately speaks louder than a thousand words, the man that handed in a couple of them wrote down perfectly couldn't say it better. If only he could have memoir said more. But he already did and did so much in his other work. Annotated personal Polaroids, scrawled down lyric sheets bordered by doodles and famous quotes from magazines tell the rest of the story like read all about it. And do even if it seems a little intrusive. Because the more original drafts of classics like 'Purple Rain' you see like you've never heard, the more you feel The Artist you thought you had taken as read. Now making your way through this curated collection like the 'Living In A Material World' George Harrison coffee table one, you may think the story of the man who owned everyone (Tom Petty, Steve Winwood, Jeff Lynne and all of them) freestyling a solo of that Beatles gently weeping guitar, before throwing his axe back into what seemingly felt like the heavens isn't complete (one that was originally meant to touchdown in his indelible Superbowl show). But who's ever is when they inspire enough generations for decades upon decades of a couple of lifetimes over? Like seven hours and fourteen days nothing could take this love away. Baby, baby, baby. In the end it turns out Prince and Piepenbring got to write Skipper's book the way they always intended to...together. Now that's a beautiful one. TIM DAVID HARVEY.

Further Filming: 'Bruce Springsteen-Born To Run', 'Elton John-Me', 'Flea-Acid For The Children'. 

Saturday 4 January 2020

REVIEW: INXS/MICHAEL HUTCHENCE-LIVE BABY LIVE/MYSTIFY

4/5

Eternally Wild With The Power.

Making every moment come alive, 'Mystify' is a groundbreaking documentary on the life of the frontman of frontman's on a King, Freddie, 'Bohemian Rhapsody' Queen, Mercury level, Michael Hutchence. The late, great Australian ruling rock God who once turned down the iconic cover of iconic U.S. music magazine Rolling Stone because like almost every woman on the planet they just wanted him and not his band of brothers INXS. That's just the type of guy he is. And INXS were exactly the kind of 80's new sensation wave that lives baby lives in fond nostalgia like a sun or a God coming into your room now that the day is over. And 'Live Baby Live' you can see it in their remastered for the big screen around the world's Wembley gig in London 1991 at the "peak of their powers" at the twin towers coming home to DVD and a BBC 2 Christmas time documentary double-header after its theatrical run like football this fall to New Year. Legends should never be called has-beens. This writer won't join the Twitter party calling former Oasis singer Noel Gallagher a c### for something he said at the Brit Awards 20 years ago (after accepting an award from a fist pumping Hutchence happy for him, Noel obnoxiously "stated", "has-beens shouldn't present f###### awards to gonna-bes"...prick). Instead how about the instant, unrehearsed grace and dignity with how Michael Hutchence handled the humiliation that clearly hurt him right at a time when he was going through a tabloid celebrated turmoil to not only his personal made public life, but his physical one too as the long lasting effects of the permanent brain damage that had robbed him of his sense of taste and smell was also taking his life and the lust for it too. He pats a visible embarrassed for him host Chris Evans (no... not that one Cap) on the back. "It's OK mate. It's good to see you". Actions speak a million mountains and times louder than words and Michael's after what one of the Gallagher's said for a gag were the ones of the peak performance of a man much bigger. Even whilst dwelling in the ebbing valleys of the perplexed pain in mourning his previous life which he didn't need reminding of.

All those stars will shine upon you. A previous physical and personal life however. Because his celebrity was still part of the 90's golden era culture, kissing you every night. And we're not talking about the spectacle made by what would be tomorrows chip shop wrapper (wise word to the girl power of Spice Girl, Geri Halliwell...yeah I'm quoting the groups 1996 annual. What of it? You OK hun?). Listen like thieves, the band may have never quite topped 'Kick', although they came close ('X', 'Welcome To Wherever You Are' and so on), but did Prince ever top 'Purple Rain' released three years before (and I mean no disrespect, Prince is my king)? But they never kicked their hardworking habit. Their last album with Hutchence on a five year comeback ('Elegantly Wasted') was an unheralded classic of modern rock music and maybe artistically and cohesively in its completion just as good as 'Kick' (bold statement for an album as such) and just as good and underrated as the sliding away, flesh and blood of Michael Hutchence's self-titled solo album, which in black and white reveals so much more than even this documentary does, which in turn is just as good as his much maligned second wind and band Max Q, whose album you need to dig up last year, forget about yesterday. And you'll see all about it here like streets of blue, or almond looks that chill divine, this mystifying docu lifts the lid on all the veils and misty. In 'Mystify' to quote even more classic lyrics of the iconic song this film is named after some silken moments really do last forever as this story is told by the broken hearts the soul of this man never quite left behind. A concept which was a working title, work in progress whilst this documentary couldn't get the stage setting rights to this bands music video until the 11th hour cutting room floor. But it's turns out this was a genius move by the hands of fate as this tell all with respect and dignity, personal project reveals so much more behind the scenes like some "none have your beauty" moments in the legendary music videos of 'New Sensation' and 'Never Tear Us Apart' that captured on camera and evoking every emotion live baby live in love forever.

Prague, Czech Republic. You know the setting scene. The classic music video filmed there along with 'Sensation' and the revolving open door concept of Richard Lownstein directed art for the visual MTV generation. Michael Hutchence long black hair, coat to match. Cold hand gloves rubbed together in a moment of blowing through the wind clarity. Tucks them under his arms with vulnerability before sauntering along the river walk, with an orchestra behind the fog as his company. "Don't ask me. What you know is true. Don't have to tell you. I love your precious heart" he begins to say on the beautiful, best ballad of all time. Its heartbreaking to find out that Michael wrote this song about a love he lost so young. A woman who described his personal touch as "really listening is the greatest aphrodisiac". Do you hear me? What was that Dave Matthews and his self-titled band said about how "someone's broken heart becomes your favourite song". Funny the way it is. And as he hurt sings about "they could never tear us apart" like living for "a thousand years" if that doesn't make wine from your tears I don't know what will. I guess even some of us that have wings really don't get to fly. But as INXS and their popularity spread their wings around the world, Hutchence's love soared from Helena Christensen (who describes like the 'Full Moon, Dirty Hearts' sessions shows how this man's mind changed permanently after the brain injury caused by a Copenhagen cab drivers fists) to Paula Yates and their daughter Tiger Lily, despite the war with the press and Bob Geldof. But just ask my Dad as I watched this documentary with my parents-my mums fandom being what got me into who remain my favorite band, INXS-there's just something about Kylie. And as she's camcorder, "Kyliiiie, Kyliiiee", naturally smiling with her singing "they call me the wild rose" with Nick Cave scored over a train trip across the Orient Express enters this life story, this looked like a love as two worlds collided in Kyoto a thousand years couldn't murder. And as she says one that took a long time to get over. Sometimes when it's true, you never do. They'll always be in your heart, never to depart. Just like heart and soulful spirit of the stage presence of Hutchence. That still lives and still in effervescent essence still lived in his final days behind the glasses and hair tied back look of an understandably guarded man who subdued shared with a reporter about the dark side of the Big Smoke, London and how he wanted to go back home to Sydney forever before he took his own life. Or the one who laughed with paparazzi outside his door before turning around and instantly changing his whole expression to one much more depressed and downcast...because getting along to get along was a survival strategy against those bone picking headline vultures. It still lives like 'Live Baby Live' live in London almost 30 years later that no restoration for the cinemas could really master quite like the moment. Where this Aussie band played Great Britain with Hutchence's charmed charisma like the pubs this one man and his band used to play and went back to humbly and heartfelt in the hallowed last days, but all to the Freddie feeling rhapsody of Wembley for stadium shows even living on a prayer Bon Jovi couldn't hope to rock then like this. And as Michael sleep baby sleeps, resting peacefully and we need to wake up the spirit to get us past the sobering end to this documentaries story as we cry baby cry, watching this live show next is what will bring you right back to those perfect moments. You know, the ones that are impossible to refuse. TIM DAVID HARVEY. 

Further Filming: 'Dogs In Space', 'Western Stars', 'Above Us Only Sky'.