Somewhere in a storage room that badly needs cleaning out, I have two crates of actual albums. There are probably 100 of them or so and The Police are well represented. Outlandos d’Amour and Regatta de Blanc were big records when I was a kid.
Most of my friends were into AC/DC and Led Zeppelin but I was more into power pop and punk than heavy metal. Elvis Costello, The Clash, Madness, Nick Lowe, that thing of stuff.
But if you grew up in the 1980s, you probably liked The Police to some degree. They were huge for the short time they were around.
I know I saw them a few times in high school and college but the memories are hazy (don’t ask why). So tonight’s show at the Garden was much anticipated.
Sting will be 56 in October. Stewart Copeland is 55 and Andy Summers is 64. How old does that make you feel? But they played for two hours before a packed house and delivered pretty much any song you could have expected.
It’s a tight show. It starts on time, there are two encores, there’s no extended patter, delays or instrument changes. Sting does all the singing, relying on the crowd to fill in the background vocals.
Summers and Copeland are exceedingly talented and back Sting flawlessly.
However, I will say this: It’s a huge money grab. Tickets are pricey and the merchandise is expensive ($40 t-shirts and $125 sweatshirts). But the Baby Boomers love it. I can’t recall seeing such an older crowd at a concert, even for Bruce Springsteen.
It’s ironic hearing Sting sing, “Too many cameras and not enough food” from “Driven To Tears” as thousands of people try and take pictures of him with their cell phones from $400 seats.
Such is life. Maybe it’s best to sit back and be entertained once in a while.
They’re playing the Garden again Friday and Giants Stadium later this month. I’d recommend going. It’s a fun show.
Here’s a set list:
Message In A Bottle
Walking On The Moon
Voices Inside My Head
When The World Is Running Down (You Make The Best Of Whatâ€™s Still Around)
Donâ€™t Stand So Close To Me
Driven To Tears
Truth Hits Everybody
The Bedâ€™s Too Big Without You
Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic
Wrapped Around Your Finger
De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da
Walking In Your Footsteps
Canâ€™t Stand Losing You
King Of Pain
Every Breath You Take
Next To You