I was literally jumping up and down on the couch when the Police came out last night. The P-O-L-I-C-E, dude. I’ve been waiting for that moment for over 20 years. I was a shade too young to ever see them in concert (age 14 in 1984)… but by the flood of messages in my inbox, they have announced the concert tour dates and THEY ARE COMING TO DENVER. Hell or high water, I am so there.
Sting looked like he was just going to burst with happiness. And all that tantric sex must do a body good, because he looked hot as hell too. Stewart and Andy
looked sounded awesome too. But I seriously can’t believe they let Carrie Underwood and Rascal Flatts blather on through 4 songs and all we got was Roxanne. Ah well, I guess we’ll make up for it this summer, right?
If you missed it last night, here is the video (before YouTube clamps down on it):
And not to muddle up my Zenyatta Mondatta vibe too much… the other performance that impressed me was little Justin Timberlake. That song sounds way better live, way better with piano. The kid has come a long way from the Mickey Mouse Club.