Well, friends, I am happy -- no, ecstatic -- no, euphoric -- to share with you what I did over the holiday weekend.
I saw The Police in concert.
That was the ice cream sundae. This is the cherry on top: It was the first show -- the first show! -- of the Police's first world tour in 23 years.
My friend Rachel and I traveled up to Vancouver to catch the kick-off show, and oh, was it worth the trip. I was nearly weeping like a schoolgirl when they took the stage. Sigh...
Need I say that The Police are still one of the greatest bands in history? And need I say that their music sounds incredible and amazing live? And need I say -- really, need I say? -- that Sting is still capable of setting every girl's heart aflutter? For crying out loud, does the man even age?
I will not bore you by waxing poetic about the show; I will only make these few observations:
1. The trio did not start the show with "Roxanne." Thank you, thank you, thank you for that.
2. Stewart Copeland stole the show in a subtle, understated kind of way. He has not lost his edge in the slightest.
3. I am a complete idiot for following the rules and not bringing my camera to the show. Wah, no pictures for me.
Go here if you want to get a taste of what the show was like.
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it's hot here in cincinnati. sticky.
crime is supposed to be down, but they're still building a new jail to warehouse more black people.
i like these Dstiller lyrics
"I run along to Ohio
Drive past the grave
of an old romance
Never felt more alive than
Suicide Cincinnati"
but i never liked the police much.
HELLO!
is this better than the time you saw Chris Isaaks (sp?) in concert? or Sting solo?? or are these 3 shows together like the triple-crown-trifecta of concerts?! and since you didn't bring your camera i am expecting sketches and diagrams (high school note-style on notebook paper, please). i'll be waiting...
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