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it took susan and i three and a half hours to get to dodger stadium. that's how long it took us to get to irvine last friday. i cannot convey the horror. just to give some perspective, it took us forty minutes to get home. including the mess of traffic to get out of the surrounding parking lot.

anyway, this is one band i was certain i'd never see. i'll say that it was the shitiest $250 ticket i've ever bought, but how could i not? not only were they a constant presence in my life ('synchronicity' especially), but when i was nineteen i went on a fucking bender and became obsessed with everything related to anything any of them ever did. i saw each of them play (numerous times), i fuckin met both sting and andy, but.. no, i never thought i'd see them together. which is what makes that money irrelevant.

sting: since people haven't seen us play in twenty four years, i'd like to introduce the band. andy, this is stewart...
stewart: sting, there are 20,000 people here who have heard that joke before.

YES.


message in a bottle
synchronicity II
walking on the moon
voices in my head/
when the world is running down
don't stand so close to me/
driven to tears
bed's too big without you
truth hits everybody
every little thing she does is magic
wrapped around your finger
de do do do, de da da da
invisible sun
walking in your footsteps
can't stand losing you
roxanne
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king of pain
so lonely
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every breath you take
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next to you


'message in a bottle' as i was running in, 'synchronicity II' as ally and i were trying to find our seats. oh my god thank fuck i heard that one. getting situated, laughing to ally at "packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes". sting making me giggle with the way he said 'crotch'.

just letting it wash over, just basking in how big and great they sounded, just basking in their sound, the one i never thought i'd get to hear. sting getting people to join in with call-backs (during 'roxanne': "don't make me beg!"). shaking his legs at the knees, pacing the stage. his voice, ever flawless. bass parts that left me dizzy. andy, oh my god andy, with his big outward strum and his ridiculous solos, bending at the waist, tearing up his worn red strat and jumping off the drum riser. stewart and his percussive toys, his funny glasses, his manic style and his joyful smile.

i'll admit there were some dodgy moments musically, though in fairness partly that was because andy seemed to be having some technical difficulties. but some things were a little off here and there, and some things just fell a bit flat. but there were many other moments that made up for that. there started out being a lot of jamming, but they worked out of it and through some really interesting arrangements. 'don't stand so close to me' was absolutely majestic.

'bed's too big without you' was quite a surprise and a fuckin great one. and what the fuck, 'truth hits everybody' wins the prize for 'song pulled out of butt'. really, what a shock. i fuckin loved it. stewart actually pointed his stick at someone during that song, leaving a hole where the snare would've been, and grinned. yes, love it.

candles appeared on the screen and i immediately was gone. 'wrapped around your finger'. it was absolutely dreamy. what a gorgeous, perfect creation. possibly the highlight for me (well, aside from 'king of pain', which is my favourite). because it was slow and different the kick at the end where the snare comes in was less driving, but that mattered not. stewart ended it with a bloody gong.

'invisible sun' was another unexpected one. red lights all around them, and current war related footage on the screens. it's not northern ireland anymore. chills. "someday.. someday... someday..."

dinosaur bones superimposed over the band on the screens for 'walking in your footsteps', which was yet another one that left me grinning like a loon. thought of susan at the top of the stadium, who was surely loving it. indeed she was. not that we know each other well or anything.

".. 55,000 people clapping! .. well, 55,003."

trevi asked me earlier what songs i was hoping to hear. my rule is usually not to think about such things, that way you're always surprised and never disappointed. of course once she said that though, i could only think of 'king of pain'. yes, well, sting said in the mid '90s he would never sing it again. except, he also said for twenty years the police would never tour again. so, y'know. it started out sparce but when the chorus hit filled out, whapping me over the head. strangely the thing filling it was a recording of sting's voice singing a harmony to himself (two other men on the stage with microphones and..?) but i'll forgive that. because it was absolutely glorious.

"all made up and nowhere to go, welcome to the.. andy summers show!" and again for stewart. at the end of 'so lonely' sting bashed the fucking micstand to the ground and leapt into the air. fuckin yeah.

i don't think it was until the three of them took their bows at the front of the stage, the lights awash, the massive, massive cheering and then the close-up the stewart's bass drum on the screens with their old 'outlandos' logo that it really hit me that i'd just seen the fucking police.
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