But what they got that night was so astonishing that it's tempting to never again see Prince in concert; God forbid he tarnish two wonderful memories (how can a man compete with such generous ghosts?). He played the then-new stuff ("The Most Beautiful Girl in the World") and beat all hell out of the old stuff ("Let's Go Crazy"), stretching every song into an extended jam that after a while started to sound like your own beating heart. People in the crowd couldn't decide whether to dance or sit still, they were so awed and captivated; instead, they did both--they vibrated. No one cared how many albums he had sold in the '90s; no one thought of commercial viability or artistic declines. They only basked in the presence of a man who was once huge--and should have been bigger. So don't miss him this time around just because his last record, 1999's Rave Un2 the Joy Fantastic, wasn't so fantastic; it's doubtful he'll touch much of it anyway, as ballads don't translate too well to the stage. And don't hold the 1990s against him, for that matter: He released records in bulk, hiding the gems among so much coal. The man seldom tours--Dallas is but one of a handful of dates on this current swing--and never disappoints. At least, I hope not this time around.