PENSIERI SPORCHI
"There's something about u, baby. It happens all the time.
Whenever I'm around u, baby. I get a dirty mind.."
Nella notte puttana e madre che inghiotte beata il desiderio del giorno, e lo risputa in lussuria peccaminosa, una sinistra sagoma con lungo impermeabile scuro s'aggira con passi netti e nervosi, tra i fumi e il riflesso viola di luci al neon, sullo sporco vivo dei marciapiedi. Le strade tiranne di questa città multietnica, all'alba di un decennio ingordo, sono come dei piccoli ponti sospesi sul futuro, il battito circolare di madre Africa un grimaldello per schiudere ogni possibile barriera o inibizione al blues dei padri, al soul, al funk, al rock. Quella minuscola sagoma di nervi e sangue ora è ferma in un angolo, illuminata da un vecchio lampione, e aspetta su tacchi a spillo vertiginosi un taxi giallo che la porti via. Dal fetore di bettole sudicie e animaleschi istinti sessuali, da luoghi vigliacchi di malaffare e perdizione.
E' il 1980 e dopo un paio di tentativi parzialmente riusciti, ma piuttosto acerbi sul piano stilistico, quella creatura iconoclasta, ambigua, arrogante può finalmente gettare la maschera e indossare senza freni il proprio arsenale di falsetti auto-erotici, calze a rete e mutandine di pizzo per crossoverizzare in un suono vergine (!), che si stamperà indelebile nell'orecchio dell'ascoltatore comune, tutto l'umanamente possibile dall'ancor giovane Storia del rock'n'roll e rhythm & blues. Il principe di Minneapolis, folletto del funk post-moderno, l'Artista che un giorno deciderà di non avere un nome: ladies and gentlemen, Prince. Dirty Mind è il germe che infetterà il mondo a venire, scritto, prodotto e suonato dall'anagrafico Roger Nelson; l'incipit della title-track un ipnotico e sincopato ritmo disco/funk, bagnato nelle torbide e cupe acque new-wave di liriche oltraggiose, inno al porcello quindicenne perennemente arrapato presente in ognuno di noi. O nelle strofe di When You Were Mine, che media la nostalgia anni Cinquanta dei contemporanei Cars e tentativi di pop-soul sintetico, mentre l'esplicita Head ( "..But you're such a hunk. So full of spunk. I'll give you head, til you're burning up. Head, til you get enough. Head, til you're love is red. Head, love you til you're dead.." ) è un cibernetico funk espressionista, con un basso liquido, penetrante e tastiere acuminate da chiodi psichedelici. Pura avanguardia popolare, un orso polare che balla sul dancefloor, così straordinariamente personale che oggi tizi quali i Daft Punk, pur di scriverla, sarebbero disposti a mascherarsi con le facce di Sarkozy e Carla Bruni. Il breve incesto di Sister ("..My sister never made love to anyone else but me. She's the reason for my, uh, sexuality. She showed me where it's supposed to go. A blow job doesn't mean blow. Incest is everything it's said to be. Oh, sister..Don't put me on the street again..Oh, sister..I just want to be your friend.." ) è un morboso e "innocente" interludio, una confessione-porno che s'agita sulla birichina chitarra pop'n'roll del genialoide afroamericano.
L'estetica simil-pornografica e minacciosa della cover in bianco e nero, con il Nostro nelle succinte vesti di maniaco sessuale in slippino ( davanti la rete capovolta di un letto, presumibilmente dopo nottate di orge selvagge), si riflette nei testi che fanno di fantasie proibite e sogni hard-core il motore principale, se non unico del manifesto musicale princiano. Tanto nel caramelloso e svelto pop di Do It All Night, che nei colori pastello della soffusa ballad Gotta Broken Heart Again. Ma è nell'electro/rock mutante di Uptown che Prince dichiara la sua utopica idea di società fittizia, guscio protettivo che lo proteggerà dall'esterno nel corso degli anni, governatore incontrastato di musicisti ( uomini e soprattutto bellissime donne) fedeli a un progetto che, almeno fino Lovesexy, partorirà una lunga collana di capolavori. L'atto finale Party Up ribadisce, in un clima appunto da "festa", la rivoluzione del Principe: un beat psycho/rock dei Sessanta che copula meravigliosamente con i timbri dark e sottilmente disperati di certa wave oscura dell'epoca.
Quella sagoma in impermeabile scuro e stivaletti altissimi, proiettata verso nuovi giorni, cela la Stratocaster in fiamme di Hendrix, la piroetta con spaccata ginnica del Godfather James Brown, l'ansimare erotico di Marvin Gaye, l'androginia del Bowie glam e l'urlo liberatorio di Sly Stone. In una parola, Prince.
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01 Dirty Mind (04:14)
There's something about u, baby
It happens all the time
Whenever I'm around u, baby
I get a dirty mind
It doesn't matter where we are
It doesn't matter who's around
It doesn't matter
I just wanna lay ya down
In my daddy's car
It's you I really wanna drive
But you never go too far
I may not be your kind of man
I may not be your style
But honey all I wanna do
Is just love you for a little while
If you got the time
I'll give you some money
To buy a dirty mind
Don't misunderstand me
I never fool around
But honey you got me on my knees
Won't you please let me lay ya down (down, down, down, ...)
I really get a dirty mind (mind, mind, mind, ...)
Whenever you're around
It happens to me everytime (time, time, time, ...)
You just gotta let me lay ya
Gotta let me lay ya, lay ya
You just gotta let me lay ya
Gotta let me lay ya down
In my daddy's car
It's you I really wanna drive
Underneath the stars
I really get a dirty mind
Whenever you're around
I don't wanna hurt you, baby
I only want to lay you down
05 Uptown (05:32)
She saw me walking down the streets
Of your fine city
It kinda turned me on when she looked at me
And said, "C'mere"
Now I don't usually talk to strangers
But she looked so pretty
What can I lose,
If I, uh, just give her a little ear?
"What's up little girl?"
"I ain't got time to play."
Baby didn't say too much
She said, "Are you gay?"
Kinda took me by suprise
I didn't know what to do
I just looked her in her eyes
And I said, "No, are u?"
Said to myself, said
"She's just a crazy, crazy, crazy
Little mixed up dame.
She's just a victim of society
And all it's games."
Now where I come from
We don't let society
Tell us how it's supposed to be
Our clothes, our hair
We don't care
It's all about being there
Everybody's going Uptown
That's where I wanna be
Uptown
Set your mind free
Uptown
Got my body hot
Get down
I don't wanna stop, no
As soon as we got there
Good times were rolling
White, Black, Puerto Rican
Everybody just a-freakin'
Good times were rolling
She started dancing in the streets
Ow, girl, she's just gone mad
U know, she even made love to me
Ooh, best night I ever had
Ah yeah
I never talk to strangers
But this time it's all right
See, she got me hot, ah
I couldn't stop, ah
Good times were rolling all night All night, yeah
Now where I come from
We don't give a damn
We do whatever we please
It ain't about no downtown
Nowhere bound
Narrow-minded drag
It's all about being free
Everybody's going Uptown
It's where I wanna be
Uptown
U can set your mind free, yeah
Uptown
Keep your body hot
Get down
I don't wanna stop, no
Uptown
Ooh, ooh, yeah
Uptown
Everybody's going, everybody's going
Everybody gotta gotta
Uptown
Now go-go-go, go-go-go
They're going
Uptown
Uptown
Yeah, yeah, now, all now
Uptown
Gotta go-go-go
Uptown
Yeah, gotta go, gotta go
Uptown
C'mon, c'mon, you
U have to, you gotta go
Uptown
oh yeah
YEAH!
06 Head (04:44)
Head
Prince
Remember when I met you, Baby,
You were on your way to be wed.
You were such a sexy thing,
I loved the way you walked, the things you said.
I was so nonchalant.
I didn't want you to be misled.
But I got to have you, Baby.
I got to have you in my bed.
You said, "I'm just a virgin and I'm
On my way to be wed.
But you're such a hunk,
So full of spunk,
I'll give you"
Head. Til you're burning up.
Head. Til you get enough.
Head. Til your love is red.
Head. Love you til you're dead.
You know you're good, girl.
I think you like to go down.
You wouldn't have stopped but
I came, on getting down.
You said, "I must confess
I want to get undressed
And go to bed."
With that, I changed.
You fool, you married me instead.
Now, morning, noon, and night I give you
Head. Til you're burning up.
Head. Til you get enough.
Head. Til your love is red.
Head. Love you til you're dead.
Ahhh!
Oooh yeah. Oooh yeah. Oooh yeah.
Head. Head. Head. Head.
Oooh. Ahhh!
[musical interlude]
Head. Til you're burning up.
Head. Til you get enough.
Head. Til your love is red.
Head. Love you til you're dead.
I know.
Head. Head.
I know.
Head. Baby, Baby, Head. Oooh.
Head. Oooh. Head. Ooooh.
Head. You just said I could. Head. I'm good.
Head.
07 Sister (01:31)
I was only 16 but I guess that's no excuse
My sister was 32, lovely, and loose
She don't wear no underwear
She says it only gets in her hair
And it's got a funny way of stoppin' the juice
My sister never made love to anyone else but me
She's the reason for my, uh, sexuality
She showed me where it's supposed to go
A blow job doesn't mean blow
Incest is everything it's said to be
Oh, sister
Don't put me on the street again
Oh, sister
I just want to be your friend
I was only 16 and only half a man
My sister didn't give a goddamn
She only wanted to turn me out
She [took a whip to] me until I shout
"Oh, [motherfuckersjustamotherfucker]
Can't you understand?"
Oh, sister
Don't put me on the street again
Oh, sister
I just want to be your friend
I know what you want me to do
Put me on the street
And make me blue
Oh, sister, oohoohoooow
08 Partyup (04:24)
We don't give a damn, we just wanna jam
Partyup (Partyup, got 2 partyup)
That army bag, such a double drag
Partyup (Partyup, got 2, got 2, got 2 partyup)
Party - got 2 party down, baby
Revolutionary rock ‘n' roll
Goin' Uptown, baby (Woo)
How U gonna make me kill somebody I don't even know?
They got the draft, ha ha, I just laugh
Partyup (Partyup, got 2 partyup)
Fightin' war is such a fuckin' bore
Partyup (Partyup, got 2, got 2, got 2 partyup)
Party - uh uh, got 2 party down, baby (Ooh)
It's all about what's in your mind
Goin' Uptown, baby (Woo)
I don't wanna die, I just wanna have a bloody good time
Partyup, got 2 partyup {x2}
Because of their half-baked mistakes
We get ice cream, no cake
All lies, no truth
Is it fair 2 kill the youth?
Partyup!
Got 2 partyup, yeah! - Got 2 partyup, baby, ooh {x4}
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
(Partyup, got 2 partyup) {repeat in BG}
Got 2 partyup, baby, ooh
Got 2 partyup, yeah
Got 2 partyup, baby, ooh
Got 2 party
Got 2 partyup
Ooh yes
Got 2 partyup, baby, ooh yeah
Revolutionary rock ‘n' roll
(Partyup, got 2 partyup) {x5}
(Partyup, got 2 partyup, baby) {repeat 2 lines in BG}
(Partyup, got 2 partyup, yeah)
U're gonna have 2 fight your own damn war
Cuz we don't wanna fight no more!
U're gonna have 2 fight your own damn war
Cuz we don't wanna fight no more!
U're gonna have 2 fight your own damn war
Cuz we don't wanna fight no more!
I said we don't wanna fight no more
(U're gonna have 2 fight your own damn war)
Cuz we don't wanna fight no more!
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Di RingoStarfish
Se “Let’s Get It On” vi sembrava un titolo diretto per un disco, “Dirty Mind” come vi suona?
Spinto da insoddisfazioni, il 23enne Prince reagisce con graffiante crudeltà e un approccio singolare: fare del sesso uno scopo di gioia.
