The queue was brutal. More so than any other queue I’ve spent time in over the last two weeks. The rain seemed relentless and there was limited news on capacity or number of sets.
The first group of fans, some of whom has been queueing since 8am, were let in for the midnight show. ‘You’ll be going in at 1am’, said the doorman. We weren’t!
It wasn’t until 2am when I finally got to the door and was pushed down the corridor to the main room. The second set had just started. We had Something In The Water to start and lots of funky jamming. Marcus Anderson was phenomenal – the band’s sound was a lot more funky this evening. Ida was incredible on her bass guitar, she seemed a lot more prominent than on other sets.
Prince took to his sampler – Hot Thing, Sign o’ the Times, When Doves Cry, Nasty Girl… his classics.
By this point Ronnie Scotts has lost it’s dignity – people were up on the tables and the chairs. Some were hanging onto the celling light shades (perhaps writing “Literally swinging from the chandeliers” is taking it too far, but it was close to that). I can’t imagine Ronnie Scotts has seen scenes like that before.
The curfew was at 3am but Prince played past that – encore after encore. We has a a long version of Purple Rain, Let’s Go Crazy and we finished on Funknroll.
Prince started this tour in Lianne La Havas’ living room. Ronnie Scott’s is a close as I’m going to get to seeing Prince play in my living room. Surely this can’t be topped.