David Wild has written for the GRAMMY Awards since 2001. He is a contributing editor to Rolling Stone, a blogger for Huffington Post and an Emmy-nominated TV writer. Wild's most recent book, He Is…I Say: How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love Neil Diamond, is now in paperback. Follow him on Twitter.
Some days working on the GRAMMYs does not feel like work. For instance, there was the time Executive Producer Ken Ehrlich invited me along with him to talk with Prince and watch him rehearse for the big GRAMMY Show opening number that he would be doing with Beyoncé a week or so later. I already knew Prince a little, and I stress "a little." While in Paris years earlier writing about the opening of his "Lovesexy" tour for Rolling Stone, I was granted a brief late-night audience with the Purple One at a glamorous after party. Being Prince, he then invited me to watch him jam at a little club on the Champs Elysées that ended at dawn. Later Prince reached out to me and a few other music writers he vaguely knew to make suggestions for what tracks should be included on his upcoming The Hits/The B-Sides collection. Thoughtfully, Prince even thanked me on that album — a cheap thrill for someone like me who then and now considers this man to be one of the greatest musical geniuses of our times.
So Ken and I get to Prince's rehearsal hall and shoot the breeze with Prince — in so much as one shoots the breeze with royalty. Then Prince invited us to sit on two wooden chairs placed inches away while he and his band perform not only the mind-blowing medley that he will do with Beyoncé, but then a full concert just for the two of us. Needless to say, Prince was extraordinary. So imagine my surprise when he walked over to Ken and I afterwards and asked me to sign a non-disclosure form so I couldn't write about what I’d just seen. I said "No" because a) he should have known he could trust me, and b) you can't ask me to sign a legal document afterwards. Eventually, Prince gave me the benefit of the doubt and let me leave without signing anything. And that, ladies and gentleman, is why I can write this blog today.
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