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Now an artificial intelligence robot, AI-CD β, developed by Japanese advertising and marketing agency McCann Japan, is set to work on providing new creative direction for commercials. The AI will give input on projects, mining and analyzing creative databases of adverts to find the best commercials for products and messages.
The AI-CD β can work through far more historical adverts and commercials than any human advertising creative, and can therefore aid its colleagues in the development of ads for clients. But the robot is also being treated as somewhat part of the team at McCann, taking the title of “creative director” and attending the opening ceremony for new company employees.
McCann Japan CEO Yasuyuki Katagi said: “Artificial intelligence is already being used to create a wide variety of entertainment, including music, movies, and TV drama, so we’re very enthusiastic about the potential of AI-CD β for the future of ad creation. The whole company is 100 percent on board to support the development of our AI employee.”
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I love Prince! His music grabs me at my core and elevates my mood, his extra funky rhythms make me wanna snap my neck, twist my back and shake dat ass!
From the start, Prince’s in-yo-face persona and one-of-a-kind individuality gave me license to unapologetically do ME! His death is a huge loss for me, as his creative influence looms large over my lifetime. Many aspects of my life are inextricably connected to Prince and everything he’s touched.
I look forward to experiencing what’s in the Purple Vault, but I can’t get over never again seeing him in concert. Prince has made an indelible mark upon my life and I miss him greatly…I’m devastated!!!
My very first encounter with Prince’s music happens back in the late 1970’s, when my friend Randy Jacobs, introduces me to his first album “For You” and tells me his story while it plays on the stereo. Shortly after, Prince’s music goes into heavy rotation on the radio and I just can’t get enough. Subsequently, Prince’s musical genius becomes a major part of the soundtrack of my youth and my life.
In March 1980, me and my boyfriend Cory Heath attend the Rick James, “Fire It Up Tour” concert at Cobo Hall, with special guest Prince. Our seats are pretty close to the stage and once the concert starts I don’t remember ever sitting down. Prince appears on stage in a full length black trench coat, a black and white bandanna hanging around his neck, a pair of skimpy black briefs, black leg warmers and black high heel ankle boots; his longish hair is wild and he’s wearing heavy black eyeliner.
As Prince enters and walks across the stage, the sound of gasps, heckles and laughter reverberate. He takes a confident stance, glaring at the audience he signals and suddenly the atmosphere explodes into a high energy rhythmic force, wherein Prince flaunts his superior musical talent, haughty flamboyance and penetrating charisma.
By the end of his set everybody’s screaming his name, jumping up and down and clapping. He wins over the audience and basically steals the show from Rick James. The soul shaking power of Prince’s music and high octane performance is infectious and forever impactful. I’m completely overwhelmed by this strange and enchanting boy, I think I’m in love!
I attend the “Controversy Tour” concert in December of 1981 at Cobo Hall in Detroit. A college acquaintance, Renita is gifted concert tickets for her birthday. Our mutual friend Francille Reeves can’t go, so I take her place. Located on the front row, our seats are near the backstage entrance. I speak to a local concert promoter I know and Renita asks me to inquire about backstage access. He explains that only one of us can enter, so she goes back. She returns extremely happy to have met the band, but very disappointed about not meeting Prince. The concert is off the hook and I have a great time.
In the autumn of 1982, me and my boyfriend Kevin Lowery attend the debut of Vanity 6 with the Time at the Latin Quarter. While waiting for the doors to open, a high school friend Pam Brown approaches offering to take us through the backstage door, her boyfriend is the concert promoter.
Backstage waiting for our ticket stubs, Prince walks by with a couple other people heading toward the stage. I’m shocked at his diminutive stature and amazed by the piercing gaze of his beautiful brown eyes. He’s wearing a large black captain’s hat, a black jacket with padded shoulders, tight pants and high heel boots. He flashes a wide eyed glare as they pass, giving me the once over, saying nothing. Stunned, I stand mute in a dazed stupor, I’m completely star struck. After Prince passes I gasp, “Oh my God, that was Prince…PRINCE IS HERE!!!”
Later, we settle in stage side seats and thoroughly enjoy the show. In December of 1982, we attend the “Prince 1999 Tour” concert at Masonic Temple in Detroit. This is a multi-date sold out event and I’d never seen so many white people at previous Prince concerts. I then realize that he’s attained crossover status and now belongs to the world. Located on the mezzanine level, front row center, we celebrate Vanity 6, the Time and Prince. And, I’m happy that Vanity 6 gives a much stronger performance than at their debut concert. At this point, I’m a devoted Prince fan!
During the late 1970’s, I’m determined to put together a girl group. I team up with my high school friend Pam Brown who introduces me to a Filipino girl named Analisa Trajano. Pam organizes a photo shoot and it’s clear that we’ve got a great look, but our voices don’t blend well. Later, I team up with Angel Keener, whom I’d met through Pam and who is best friends with Analisa. Together we form the trio, “Beautiful Bad” and begin writing lyrics, creating beats and melodies. Analisa had been involved with Prince on and off for a couple years and would sometimes talk about their encounters. She recalled arriving at a concert venue where Prince whisks her backstage and sits her in a chair. He instructs his hairstylist to cut her long locks into a style just like his. She described being somewhat traumatized, yet exhilarated and ultimately transformed by the encounter.
One day she presents a script for the film, “Purple Rain” along with an old photo of Prince, Andre Cymone, Morris Day and others, suited up, standing in front of a large tree next to a house (his first band Grand Central). Although they’re pre-teens, it’s apparent that Prince is a budding star and Morris has much swagger.
Analisa claims to have gotten the script because Prince requested she play the part of a waitress and told her he’d written a soundtrack cut, inspired by her, entitled “Lady Electric.” Subsequently, Jill Jones plays the waitress and the song is scrapped. Prince later releases the b-side, “Irresistible Bitch” a very popular song, also said to be inspired by the beautiful Analisa.
On June 25, 1984, I attend the”Purple Rain” movie with Angel and others at the Adams Theater in Detroit. It’s a long wait just getting into the lobby, where we greet Wally Stafford passing out movie posters. The place is packed and the only available seats are at the back of the theater. The audience is very lively, singing and clapping to the music, I especially enjoy the comedy of Morris Day and the performance segments.
The next day we hop a flight to Los Angeles to hang out with Angel’s little sister Lisa who’s boyfriend is ICE-T. One day, he takes us to Venice Beach in his red Porsche Turbo Carrera, a very thrilling ride.
We enjoy walking the strip, star watching and shopping. Later, we approach the roller skating area where a large crowd gathers begging ICE to rap. He spits several bars and the crowd goes wild, afterward he encourages a group of kids and signs autographs. Another time, we visit Kelli Jo Minter and her sister to look at professional photos of Lisa, Kelli Jo and Jill Jones, as a possible girl group. We gossip about Morris Day and Prince and Kelli Jo talks about her experience shooting the “Ice Cream Castles” video and her efforts toward pursuing an acting career.
One night we all go to the MIX Hip Hop Club for a battle rap between ICE-T and a local rapper. Kelli Jo introduces us to Jill Jones, who’s in disguise for some reason, wearing a black fitted mini dress, a black shawl scarf with a short black wig and black sunglasses.
We all cheer on ICE as he annihilates the challenger, then venture over to the other side of the building which is a hard rock venue. For a while we hangout in front and happen to meet the son of Gene Chandler, a very talkative and rather aggressive individual. Later, we dance with Michael Chambers (Shrimp) and a couple other guys from the film “Electric Boogaloo” until we leave. During our time in LA, we meet several interesting entertainment industry people and party at some of the hottest clubs.
My most significant Prince experience happens after the “Purple Rain Tour” concert in November of 1984, at Joe Louis Arena. Me and my ex-husband Shawn L. Jenkins are walking to our car when he calls out to Wally Stafford, who works with Prince. Wally tells us to meet him at the hotel and he’ll get us into Prince’s after party. After a pretty long wait in the lobby of the Westin Hotel, Wally arrives to escort us up to the Presidential Suite. We walk into a darkened living/dining room with a small kitchenette on the left and a powder room on the other side.
Further ahead, on the right, is a large mirror and a table where I take a moment to check myself. I’m clad in an outfit my ex-husband gifted me (he often dressed me). In all black, I look like a motorcycle gang member. I’m wearing his fitted leather motorcycle racing jacket, fitted top, cropped linen pants with knit leggings attached (1980’s high fashion, teehee!), two long black and hot pink scarves and a pair of lamb skin Norma Kamali split side, kitten heel, pointed toe booties. I truly believe… I’m that, “Peach in Black” in Prince/Sheena Easton’s “U Got The Look.” LOL!
There’s a bar setup on the kitchen counter and a beautifully arranged dessert table just outside. The room is crowded and the whole band is present, including Jill Jones.
The room opens to my left where Prince is perched on a tall bar chair directly in front of a wide screen TV, his feet resting on the television stand, while seemingly engrossed in Marilyn Monroe’s “Some Like It Hot.”
Clad in his stage attire, with perfect hair and makeup, Prince watches us enter the room and we greet him, he doesn’t speak. Wally offers us dessert and I have cake with wine, while my husband stands in a dark corner behind the dinning room table, in a bodyguard stance. I sit in the only seat left at the table, adjacent to Prince facing the room. Band members Lisa and Wendy sit on a couch at the back of the room sipping wine, whispering and laughing with others. Before leaving, Wally asks that we wait for him to come back, because he needs a ride home (he’s from Detroit). Everybody’s drinking, talking and laughing while Prince watches the movie, but actually seems to be rather bored. Admiring a beautiful floral center piece, I glance at the attached card wishing Prince good luck and much love, from Vashti. I also read a page of hand written lyrics laying on the table, that turn out to be from the song, “Another Lonely Christmas.” I finish eating and discard my utensils in the kitchen. As I sit down, my husband points out that my scarves have fallen under the table, so I sit and bend down under the table to retrieve them.
As I turn out to sit up, I see the most beautiful pair of paisley and floral tapestry shoes right in front of my face. I slowly look up, following the same intricate fabric, until I see Prince looking down at me with his sultry wide eyes. I smile chirping hi, he doesn’t speak then takes off skipping into the bedroom. I’m left somewhat flattered, yet perplexed, and embarrassed.
My scarves re-draped, I glance back at my husband wincing and shaking my head. After Prince’s departure, me and my husband mingle as the mood lightens and everybody seems more relaxed. I strike up a conversation with Matt ‘Doctor’ Fink and Bobby Z lounging on the floor by a window, overlooking the Detroit River. Both are friendly and very conversational pointing out who’s who. They introduce me to Prince’s manager, personal chef and a few others.
I attempt a conversation with Jill Jones, sitting beside us. I compliment her outfit, a beautiful silky sparkling 1920’s flapper style dress with matching headband and feather prop. I recount our previous introduction by Kelli Jo Minter and describe her disguise, but she seems unhappy and evasive. While intently peering at the floor she softly whispers, “I don’t remember.”
Prince’s personal chef arrives and sets up dinner for two in the bedroom. Suddenly a flow of people come in, including Shelia E. who quickly greets a couple folks, then has dinner with Prince. I’m amazed at how tiny and perfectly proportioned she is and how much she resembles a Barbie doll. Later, Prince emerges from dinner happy and smiling asking, “Anybody wanna dance?” He teases a few songs then plays a jazz cut, while a few people dance, I choose a glass of wine and my seat.
About twenty minutes later, Prince begins cleaning up, then abruptly announces, “the party’s over, I have to go record.” He turns off the music, turns on the lights and everybody quickly exits.
My husband asks, “What do we do about Wally?” So, I approach Prince, who’s shutting down his TV and stereo system. I introduce myself and my husband, thank him for allowing us to attend the party and explain Wally’s request. I ask, “Can we stay and wait for Wally or should we leave.” Prince turns and faces me softly saying, “You’re welcome and you can stay, I have no problem with you two waiting here for Wally.” He explains that after he leaves security will enter, inspect the room and lock the door.
After the security search, I’m immediately compelled to go into Prince’s bedroom, I just can’t stop myself.
Just inside on the left is a white baby grand piano and beyond that comfortable seating. The piano is draped to the floor with yards of lavender purple lace, with a large colorful flower arrangement on top. The modern overstuffed chairs are draped and tucked with darker shades of purple satin and velour fabric, with beautiful fur pieces randomly placed on each. Beyond that is an extra large 3 panel clear acrylic room divider with yards of lavender purple lace and extremely long pearl strands draped over and puddled on the floor. At the back, is a king size bed with two large nightstands, on the left one is a set of large size designer toiletries and a telephone, over to the right is a closet, other furnishings and a bathroom.
I return to the living room to look at the television and stereo system, as it’s rare to see a large box wide screen TV in 1984. We spend the rest of our time relaxing in the comfort of the Presidential Suite discussing our experience and how special it is. Later, Wally arrives and my Prince odyssey ends.
For a long time afterward, I’m walking on air and my head’s in the clouds. That unexpected encounter gives me the needed encouragement to forge through a very difficult time in my life. I owe my ex-husband Shawn L. Jenkins, Wally Stafford and Prince a huge debt of gratitude!!!
In October 1988, me and my ex-husband attend the “Love Sexy Tour” concert at Joe Louis Arena. The total experience is an overwhelming extravaganza of Prince-liness. We’re seated on the main floor and that behemoth of a stage, with a white Thunderbird in tow is a mind blowing spectacle. After an hour of watching Prince run, skip and dance over every inch of the stage, I’m exhausted, develop a neck cramp and a throbbing headache, causing us to leave early.
In October 1998, me and my friend Amp Fiddler attend the “New Power Soul Festival Tour” concert at Joe Louis Arena. This concert is among the best I’ve ever seen. Getting to see Larry Graham and Chaka Khan, two of my favorite childhood music artists and Prince was extremely thrilling for me. Located in the lower bowl, mid-stadium, we have a great view of the stage.
Amp’s friend played with one of the artists, so he goes to see if we can get backstage after the show. On his way back to our seats, Amp stops to speak with another friend, also sitting mid lower bowl. I see Billy Sparks, a longtime Prince employee, exiting the backstage area approaching Amp.
Billy stands on the main floor trying to get Amp’s attention, but fails and heads backstage. Amp comes back and says, “There’s no backstage access.” I say, “Why didn’t you acknowledge Billy Sparks, who was trying to get your attention?”and Amp says, “I didn’t even know Billy was there.” I was a tad bit upset, because we may have gotten special access with Billy’s assistance, as Amp had worked with Prince on the “Graffiti Bridge” soundtrack cut, “We Can Funk.” Anyway, Larry Graham opens the show playing all his funky hits, Chaka Khan basically steals the show, Prince is off the hook with hype man Doug. E. Fresh and Mayte Garcia dances her ass off. We had a wonderful time despite not going back stage, LOL!
For me, Prince’s death brings back a flood of memories, some fantastic and some not so good. This post represents, a purge of sorts, including my Prince memories and the people who were instrumental in shaping or somehow involved during my youth and very turbulent young adult years.
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