The Police at Xcel last night will be one of those shows that I talk about for years. Was it the best concert of my life? No. But there was something about seeing Andy Summers, Stewart Copeland, and Sting playing live all of that incredible music that brought full circle the impact of The Police on my life and the past thirty years of popular culture.
We literally were running in the doors of the X when they took the stage. I yelled to my husband who was still a half a block away, “We’re missing 'Message in a Bottle!' ” Our foursome took our $227-a-piece seats—or shall I say we took our spots, since we never sat down the entire show. Next came "Synchronicity," followed by back-to-back-to back hit after hit after hit. I had forgotten how many hits that band had. (Hey, a lot of years of passed since those chart-topping days.) Each time I thought, What else is there for them to play? they come at us with "Can’t Stand Losing You," or "King of Pain," or "De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da."
I heard the guy next to me say that he wished they’d throw in a B-side. There was only a moment or two that I thought the song I was hearing didn’t meet the expectation of how I know the song to sound. "Don’t Stand So Close to Me" was one of those. But I was there as a fan, not a music critic. I was wrapped in the memories of those songs and when they first entered my life. I had flashbacks of the kids in my high school that were into The Police. I was in high school from 1979 to 1982. To me, The Police were punk. The kids who were a bit more on the fringe were listening to that music. But it was around me. At parties. I eventually became a fan of New Wave music. That’s the thing about The Police—they not only launched their music, their sound, into our pop culture—The Police launched Sting. I’ve seen Sting twice before. I’ve always loved his sound. That voice. But he can come across as pretty cocky. I appreciated last night that it wasn’t about Sting. It wasn’t a Sting concert—it was a Police concert. The stage was pretty stripped down. The power trio was the focal point. Stewart Copeland is a legendary egomaniac. It didn’t show, and frankly I don’t care. When I watched him in such control of the percussion, that signature sound, I was mesmerized. Andy Summers is one of those steady rock and roll guitar players that pretty much stands there and does his thing. He knows most eyes are on that bass-playing vocalist.
Which of course bring me to Sting. I’m a chick, so I’m gonna go there. Sting is hot. He is so f-ing cool, I can’t stand it. I’ll restrain myself from going on and on about that fitted shirt. That toned body. Those military-style pants tucked into his combat boots. He is a rock star. (We did get a chuckle that Sting introduced Andy and Stewart, but no one introduced Sting. Apparently, the man needs no introduction.)
I rocked out so hard that I dropped $80 on a Police concert T-shirt. But it was worth it. These guys are rock and roll legends.