When Prince took the stage that night (during his Parade Tour), he made a dramatic entrance from underneath the stage, rising up through a trapdoor in a burst of fog while the first notes of “Christopher Tracy’s Parade” echoed through the hall. The lights were low, the band was already grooving, and the crowd had no idea where he was — then boom — there he was, bathed in purple light, guitar in hand, already in motion before the audience even caught its breath. Cobo Hall was a special place for him too — Detroit had always been one of Prince’s strongest cities outside Minneapolis. He’d often call it “my second home” because Detroit radio (especially DJ The Electrifying Mojo) had supported his music early, even when it was still too wild for mainstream airplay. That night’s show mixed slick choreography, tight funk, and spontaneous jams — the Revolution at their absolute peak. People who were there remember him blending “Kiss” and “Mountains” into long, extended funk breakdowns and even slipping into unreleased grooves between songs. Many fans and critics later said Cobo ’86 captured Prince at his purest balance of showmanship, funk, and mystery — right before his sound and band evolved for Sign o’ the Times… #prince #80s #funk #music - @iwishiwastheredude