My personal history with Prince (I refuse to call people names, even if they want me to) is as dynamic as it is one-sided. In 1989 I saw his Lovesexy tour and was as entranced as I was repulsed by the tackiness of his stage show... I mean, a red convertible that drives around the stage? In 1993 I saw Prince on his last American tour, after his last decent album, the one actually titled with that symbol and the album I refer to as "Zofo." Prince was then playing at the smaller Worcestor Auditorium, across the street from the Centrum, where I had seen him four years earlier. While Prince claimed he simply wanted to play smaller venues, everyone knew there was some question as to whether Prince still had the drawing power he once did. The concert was incredible, and contained the only true encore I have ever seen at a certified big rock show: lights on, doors open, the audience simply refuses to leave until Prince and the New Power Generation came back on for another spin. The band was in their street clothes. Prince was still in purple.
The four years that stretched between those two concerts were some of the least productive of Prince's career. Born Prince Rogers Nelson in 1958, he is now commonly referred to as TAFKAP, a.k.a. The Artist Formerly Known as Prince (also known as the Duke Ellington of pop). The extremely short, multi-talented, hyper-sexual genius who turned out masterpiece after masterpiece last decade--‹198' s 1999, 1984's Purple Rain, 1986's Parade, and 1987's double album, perhaps the crown of Prince's career, Sign 'o' the Times--‹has done fairly sporadic work sinc 1988's Lovesexy. Still, even if Prince were judged on the output of those five years alone, by the time he was 26, Prince had written some of pop's best songs, managing to be controversial ("Head" and "Sister" from 1980's Dirty Mind, "Darling Nicki" from Purple Rain) beautiful ("Purple Rain") and indelibly catchy ("Kiss"), often in the course of one-song ("Let's Go Crazy," "Little Red Corvette")...all the while writing what will prove to be the millennial countdown, 1999's self-titled lead-song. Neither Prince's diminutive stature (he's a tad over five-feet), his intensely-overt sexuality, his celebration of his ethnicity in a country often shocking in its bigotry, nor his flamboyant stand-offishness (he's only done a few interviews, not counting the time he appeared on Dick Clark) stood in his way, as he has become one of the best known artists of our time.
Since Lovesexy, Prince has tried to change his name; scored Tim Burton's first Batman movie; released the hit-and-miss Diamonds and Pearls (remember: the one with the holograph), the critically acclaimed and commercially mediocre aforementioned "Zofo" album (which marked Prince's belated entry into the world of rap), a package of Greatest Hits, a couple more mediocre efforts, and the Black album, a previously unreleased set of relatively tame tracks supposedly held either because of Warner's prudishness or Prince's new-found love of God; gotten married; spent a lot of time griping about his record contract; frequently alluded to vaults and vaults of unreleased gems (theoretically possible, since Prince knows how to play virtually every instrument under the sun); and shaved lots of stuff into his angular mug.
Other birthdays: the fun-loving Tom Jones, and Dave Navarro, who created the signature Jane's Addiction psychadelia-meets-thrash-pop guitar sound, before joining the L.A.-based, buffed-up funk band, the Red Hot Chili Peppers. --Seth Mnookin