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De Do Do Do and All That

After twenty-four years of waiting I have finally seen The Police in concert!

I still wish I could have gone with my dad when I was twelve but for some reason he wasn't too excited about taking me. I sulked in my room all that night while drawing a pencil sketch of Sting.

I was very good at sulking.

Husband and I had a lot of fun watching dancing grannies and being the young people at a concert. Oddly enough, Sting looked like my dad (especially my dad after a week of camping) and I was worried the guitarist (Andy Summers) didn't have his teeth in. Whether he did or didn't, the guy can rock. Stewart Copeland, the drummer, looked like he was having the time of his life. He was amazing.

Random Observations

1. "Doodle-up" is a very weird thing to repeat in the middle of a song a thousand times.

2. If you haven't heard the serious percussion version of Wrapped Around Your Finger, you need to fill that hole in your life.

3. Sting still pronounces Nabokov wrong but he introduced me to Jungian psychology when I was eleven. I figure I came out ahead intellectually in the long run.

4. It's hard to pep up after seeing a slide show of sad kids during the song Invisible Sun (even if they do theoretically get happy again).

5. Husband and I are able to outrun 15,000 old people to our car (me in high-heeled flip flops) to get out ahead of the traffic.

I couldn't believe I could stand there on a hill for hours without falling over, let alone sprint.

6. Best song of the night: A toss up between that Wrapped Around Your Finger experience and the Voices/When the World is Running Down combination.

Will I take my kids to concerts when they're twelve? I can't wait!

(See, still good at sulking).

Comments

Ha,ha! Glad you had fun. And your picture is lovely!
Laughing! Don't make fun of my picture. It's one of the very few to choose from. I actually took like 15 of myself the other day, we'll see if I ever go through them and put one on here.

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