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1988 Countdown #67: Prince, “Alphabet St.”

(The countdown’s back! If it’s new to you, you can catch up here.)

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We open on Prince in a powder-blue polka-dot shirt, lying on the ground. “Owwww!” he comments.

The background has lots of floating and rotating letters of, well, the alphabet. The blue-screen effects probably were moderately expensive in 1988, but the overall look of the video is cheap, as if it was knocked out in a weekend in the Paisley Park basement. It seems to have been recorded on video rather than film–either way, it looks a lot chintzier now than it did two decades ago. Also, Prince’s hair is a big wavy processed mop, which isn’t a good look for him.

But these issues aside, this video’s a hoot. (And the song, of course, is a stone-cold classic.) The camera pulls back to reveal Prince on his back, vibrating like he’s a piece of bacon in a skillet that has Magic Fingers. He’s wearing high-waisted black pants that have “Prince” written on the right leg. Didn’t his mother teach him to write his name on the tag inside his pants instead of outside?

Prince jumps up just long enough to do a split and a freeze-frame, showing us just how few shirt buttons he has deemed it necessary to employ for this video. A second Prince comes on the right side of the screen, like Rod Serling commenting on the action. The first Prince falls away like a cardboard cutout toppling over. Potemkin Prince!

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Prince #2 sings into a Lucite cane he’s carrying, while in the background, we see a closeup on Prince #3, playing a funky guitar riff. Letters keep floating like snow in a shake-em-up. “Yes she will,” Prince intones into the camera, his gravity somewhat undermined by the way somebody in post-production has digitally enhanced him with giant blue eyebrows and orange facepaint.

“If I wanted to read, I’d go to school,” Butt-head used to say when watching a video with too many words on the screen. This one would make him nuts, because the screen is littered with oversize words: sometimes lyrical excerpts, sometimes messages in alphabetical order. B is for “Beautiful.” D is for “Dance 4 the light.” F and G are for “Funk Guitar.”

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Prince keeps dancing, keeps playing guitar, and then pulls open his shirt to reveal his nipples, hairy chest, and crucifix. To underscore the seriousness of seeing the Princely nipples, the background switches from white to black. I learn that a lyric I could never make out, describing Prince’s daddy’s Thunderbird, is actually “white rad ride.”

More dancing–impressive stuff, showing off Prince’s favorite moves with the microphone stand, where he kicks it around, spins, and grabs it as it falls. There’s now a car in the video: a door opens and some legs in stockings and high heels emerge, which I think are the only body parts in this video not belonging to Prince.

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Weirdest shot in the whole thing: closeup on Prince’s left eye. He’s got his fingers splayed out in front of the eye, and slowly moves his hand down, revealing the eye. (We’re close enough that we can see he needs a manicure: some of the nails are grody and the cuticles aren’t looking their best.) What your brain can’t really process without freeze-framing is that in addition to Prince’s vertical fingers, there is a disembodied horizontal chunk of (double-fingernailed) finger also floating down at the same time. The shot lasts two seconds, tops, and doesn’t seem to connect to anything else in the video: it’s just a very odd throwaway moment.

We see the bestockinged legs walking, followed by Prince crawling after them, giving his best paralyzed-by-lust look. After decades of self-importance, it’s easy to forget what a great sense of humor he had. More excellent dancing follows–this is really a performance video gussied up with special effects on loan from Sesame Street. The alphabetical message in the background this time is “H is 4 punks.” What “H” stands for remains undefined. Heaven? Hell? Heck? Heroin? Husker Du? (Oh, will that Minnesota rivalry ever end?)

Prince drives a white car, presumably a Thunderbird, down a prismatic digital road that reads “LOVE LOVE LOVE.”

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Quick cut: we see Prince writhing against a yellow background with a giant red heart superimposed over him. His costar is a lower-case I. Then we get a shot of a pointing index finger, in the same style as the “Need You Tonight” video. Apparently “I” stands for INXS–who knew Prince was a fan?

While the guitar solo wails (I think this song has my favorite guitar work of anything on the countdown so far) and the lyrics come to the “if you don’t mind, I would like to… watch” section, we get a closeup on Prince driving. There’s an artificial red flower lying on top of the dashboard. More cuts: more dancing, more sly looks from Prince, a closeup on the stockings (revealing that they too are festooned with letters), and then an amusing shot of Prince standing on top of the car as it zooms through this digital dictionary-land, playing his guitar. (The legs of the stocking girl protrude from the open door–that can’t be good for the soles of her shoe.)

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More guitar, and then a shot of Prince leaning against the car in a new outfit, with a buttoned-up vest, and a silver cut-out heart just above his right cuff. That’s right–he’s literally wearing his heart on his sleeve! For our second lesson in Symbolism 101, a giant yellow dot moves across the screen, but it can’t quite blot out Prince: apparently even the sun doesn’t shine as brightly as him.

“Alphabet St.” hit #8 on the pop charts. I’m afraid I don’t have a link to the video; Prince’s organization is very diligent about policing the net.

posted 16 September 2009 in 1988. 7 comments

The Nylon Metaphor

I hadn’t heard Billy Joel’s “Pressure” in a long time: it hit #20 in 1982, but it doesn’t seem to have entered Joel’s canon of hits. So thank you, Sirius-XM ’80s channel. I thoroughly enjoyed the song this time around, even the throbbing synth sound (which sounds more dated than Joel’s ’50s pastiches on An Innocent Man) and the overwrought vocal delivery. But it has what might be his all-time goofiest lyric:

You turned the tapdance into your crusade.

Most Billy Joel lyrics, I either understand what he means, can guess what he was trying for, or can make something up. But this just baffles me, unless it’s taken literally and is supposed to be a tribute to Mr. Bojangles.

(Also: the video, which seemed spooky and portentous when I was fourteen, is now pants-wettingly funny. Plus Joel shaves four years off his age in the game-show segment, presenting himself as 29 when he was 33!)

posted 14 September 2009 in Tasty Bits. 4 comments

Friday Foto: Flipwalk #42

I had a really bad year after 9/11. Eventually I got my internal gyroscope back, but I never really felt the same way about downtown New York City ever again. Even today, eight years after the attack, it has industrial scars and missing buildings and missing people. Taking these flipwalk photos helped me feel like a citizen of my neighborhood again–and by extension, a citizen of the world.

This week’s teaser image:

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To see the complete picture and the story of how I got there, you can click here.

posted 11 September 2009 in Photos. no comments yet

Think Pink

29954363.jpg“Pink dangles in the air, upside down and 25 feet above solid ground.” That’s the opening line of my feature article on, yes, Pink, reported from Melbourne, Australia (where she is so much more popular than you would guess). I have no Pink link; the story can be found in the latest issue of Rolling Stone, but like my Blink-182 piece last month, it’s not available online. Get thee to a newsstand!

posted 10 September 2009 in Articles. no comments yet

Broadcasting From the Top of the Empire State Building

Five B-sides that got regular airplay in the ’80s on Z-100,  then NYC’s leading top-40 station:

1. Prince, “Erotic City”
2. Bruce Springsteen, “Pink Cadillac”
3. Bruce Springsteen, “Jersey Girl”
4. U2, “Everlasting Love”
5. The Police, “Murder By Numbers”

posted 2 September 2009 in Tasty Bits. 2 comments

Lights Out

Andy Warhol was at a production of The Cherry Orchard when New York City’s blackout hit; the actors kept going in the dark. “This was the moment these actors had been waiting all their lives for–to make the show go on,” he observed.

From his entry the next day:

Thursday, July 14, 1977

On TV the reporters showed the looting, they had TV crews right there, filming the looters, and the lights from the TV enabled them to see better to steal more.

posted 26 August 2009 in Excerpts. no comments yet

Friday Foto: Flinders Street Station

I just got back from a whirlwind trip to Australia. I’m pretty much completely jetlagged, but I’m just functional enough to blog, and I thought I’d share a couple of photos of the main train station in Melbourne.

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posted 21 August 2009 in Photos. no comments yet

Two New Pence to Have a Go

From The Andy Warhol Diaries, a description of a fundraiser for Jimmy Carter at the Waldorf:

Thursday, June 23, 1977

We were up in the balcony. When the president came in he went around and shook every single person’s hand in the whole place and that took a few hours. Ann Landers was kind of nutty-acting. She told me that her daughter had a lot of Warhols and she wishes she’d gotten on the bandwagon early, too. The president made speeches and he had a good writer because the jokes were all good.

“I want my vice-president to be an active one, so if any of you have questions on”–he gave a list–“abortion, gay rights, downtown parking, Northern Ireland, the Concorde… just write him letters and he’ll be happy to clear it up.”

Is that the first time a president has ever said the word “gay”? It may be–because of Anita Bryant.

posted 19 August 2009 in Excerpts. no comments yet

Hey Diddle Diddle With the Kitty in the Middle

Shotguns, bologna sandwiches, and rehab: that’s the summary version of my recent interview with Steven Tyler, lead singer of Aerosmith. If you want the details, you can pick up the new issue of Maxim (it’s my first piece for them; Joanna Krupa is on the cover), or just read it on their website here. It was pegged to the Aerosmith summer tour–which has now been canceled, after a series of injuries that climaxed with Tyler breaking his shoulder in South Dakota.

My favorite part of this interview, regrettably, didn’t work on the page: Tyler replicated various Aerosmith sound effects for me, from the percussion in “Sweet Emotion” to the howling winds in “Livin’ on the Edge.”

I had interviewed Tyler once before, about ten years ago; he claimed to remember our phone conversation, and it might even be true, because it was an interesting one. I’ll add that piece in the archives soon, but you can read the most inappropriate question and his answer here if you want.

posted 17 August 2009 in Articles, Outside. 1 comment

Friday Foto: Reflections

Taken on Peck Slip, in downtown NYC.

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posted 14 August 2009 in Photos. no comments yet