By Matthew Curtis | Enzian Theater December 13, 2006 at 1:37AM
Prince, the 48-year-old, diminutive purple one himself, is hired to be the halftime entertainment at this year's Super Bowl. After the infamous Janet wardrobe malfunction freak-out three years ago, when millions of viewers got a glimpse of her boob (and that metal contraption over her nipple), the networks were supposedly playing it safe. So McCartney and the Stones got the gig the last couple of years, proving that the retirement age is fluid in the minds of these classic British rockers (even if Mick's arms have gotten a bit saggy). Needless to say, tape delay wasn't necessary.
Now I know that the brilliant Minneapolis composer and musician has found religion in recent years, but it's hard to forget that this was one of the most sexually-charged, bad-boy pop geniuses in contemporary music for a couple of decades. Perhaps his thong-wearing, stage-humping, scantily clad band member days are over, and I'm sure we'll be treated to some grotesque medley of a few of his dozens of greatest hits. But don't expect to hear "Dirty Mind," "Erotic City," "Sexy M.F.", "Darling Nikki," or a host of others--would be kind of fun though. Guess we'll just have to tune in to find out un-controversial his set can be.