Police Visit #1

A couple of weekends ago, I was down in SoCal for professional conferences. I made the most of the time in L.A. and, on Saturday evening, had a visit with the police. (Not at all as scandalous as you might imagine.) It's really quite innocent, you see -- I have had a crush on Gordon Sumner (a.k.a. Sting) since I was 15 years old. I own all but one Police album, and I own every Sting CD ever recorded. Up until five years ago, I had the same b&w poster of "Nothing Like the Sun" on the back of my bedroom door. When I worked for the Salt Lake Olympics, I was gifted the chance to serve Sting among other Closing Ceremony guests at Rice-Eccles Stadium. (I tried very hard not to drool and to offer up cogent sentences for the few mintues I sat by him.) I've seen him in concert six times now, but was too young to see The Ghost in the Machine Tour 25 years ago. June 23rd, 2007 was my night. I heard The Police play live for the first time in my life. I was in heaven for two hours, right there in Dodger Stadium. My good friend Sarah and I found ourselves singing along with 50,000 other fans to some of the best rock songs of the past decades. With a 2 1/2 hour setlist that kept you screaming and whistling for more, I dare say that these guys play better now then they did as punks in the '80s. The encore versions of Roxanne, King of Pain, and Every Breath You Take were proof that Sting is really truly one of the most talented singer/songwriter/musicans of our time.



Perk-o-lating thought: How is it possible that this man looks and sounds this good all these years later? It can't just be the yoga and green tea. Hmmm.....