The Way I Look At A Musical,

In The 1930s There Was This Tendency In Hollywood To Portray Everyone As Rich. Even If They Were Doing A Poor Man's Dance, They Were All So Nicely Clothed, Gowned, Coiffured. That's Why I Decided To Wear White Socks, Loafers, T-shirts, And Blue Jeans. I Had A Sociopolitical Context In Front Of Me: I Was A Child Of The Depression Who Danced In A Way That Would Represent The Common Man.

I Miss The Romance. I Keep Saying This Over And Over Again, But Dance Follows Music. And If The Accent Today Is Percussion And Rhythm And Loudness, Then That Is The Way The Dance Numbers Will Be. But It Is Pretty Hard On Romance With Seven Guitars, Three Drums, And No Melody Instruments In The Band.

There Is A Certain Amount Of Pornography That Exists Throughout Purple Rain, But The Appeal Is Obvious. You Can Really Pick That Picture Apart And See Where "a" Fits Into "b" And So On. It Was Very Wisely Done.

I Arrived In Hollywood Twenty Pounds Overweight And As Strong As An Ox. But If I Put On A White Tails And Tux Like Fred Astaire, I Still Looked Like A Truck Driver.

If Fred Astaire Is The Cary Grant Of Dance, I'm The Marlon Brando.