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POLICE<br />
continued from cover<br />
Prog-Rock, and my personal gold standard<br />
for rock vocalists was stuck at Joplin, Plant,<br />
and Daltrey. Full-throated belters, not some<br />
weedy little warbler whining: “Raahhxaaanne!”<br />
like his ball sack was being pulled<br />
over the back of his head.<br />
While I have come to eat those words<br />
over the last couple decades, the fact<br />
is Sting’s vocals have always been an<br />
acquired taste for many, but few can deny<br />
the effectiveness of that voice combined<br />
with that music, Reggae-flavored rock<br />
more Pub than Punk. A voice determined to<br />
get the attention of jaded post-Sex Pistols<br />
hipsters in London clubs, singing highly<br />
literate, memorable lyrics worthy of the<br />
former English teacher who penned them.<br />
I can finally appreciate that adenoidal wail<br />
for what it was: the plaintive chaunting of a<br />
young man hopelessly obsessed with a lady<br />
of pleasure. And of course, they played that<br />
very song, with that high-pitched cry filled<br />
out to a roar by several thousand strong:<br />
“RAAHHX-AANNE!”<br />
Another unwritten rule for reunions<br />
should be: Don’t Fuck With The Hooks.<br />
Don’t get all cute with phrases and melodies<br />
that are hard-wired into your fans’ collective<br />
consciousness, especially if they haven’t<br />
heard you live in 23 years. The <strong>Police</strong><br />
violated this rule but once, with ‘Don’t<br />
Stand So Close To Me’, which features one<br />
of the most irresistibly danceable choruses<br />
in Pop, Rock, or Reggae. Cueing off the<br />
leaden remake from ’86 (remember the<br />
seizure-inducing strobes from the video?),<br />
the song nearly grinds to a dirge, causing<br />
frustration and the temptation to smack the<br />
band upalongside the head one time. But<br />
all is forgiven with a note-perfect ‘Driven<br />
to Tears’, which verifies Andy Summers’<br />
status as a bona fide Guitar Hero, shredding<br />
with controlled abandon, but never too<br />
show-offy (certain death for any band that<br />
doesn’t aspire to make you forget AC/DC).<br />
‘Walking On the Moon’ and ‘Every Little<br />
Thing She Does is Magic’ follow, equally<br />
flawless, with no messing about with the<br />
Hook, doubtless because the boys know<br />
we’ve waited all night to chant back “Ee-<br />
Yo-Oh!” til our throats are raw.<br />
But the ultimate peak in a show that was<br />
damn near all peaks is the sultry ’Wrapped<br />
Around Your Finger’, with Sting at the<br />
height of his emotive powers and rhythm<br />
king Stewart Copeland using the full range<br />
of his percussion to paint a picture of<br />
operatic obsession that wraps itself around<br />
your ear like…well, like Scylla reaching for<br />
Charybdis (no, I’m not being intellectually<br />
pretentious-it’s in the lyrics!). ‘De Do Do<br />
Do’ was sheer joy, as was ‘Walking In<br />
Your Footsteps’, ‘Can’t Stand Losing You’,<br />
and ‘Invisible Sun’ (though re. the latter, I<br />
might have known we weren’t going to get<br />
out of there without a Meaningful Messagenamely,<br />
a video of images of devastated<br />
Iraq. Really, we haven’t forgotten, Sting).<br />
The official ender was, natch, ‘Roxanne’,<br />
with ‘King Of Pain’ the first encore of<br />
three-count ‘em, three. One of which I<br />
had already resigned myself to, ‘Every<br />
Breath You Take’. Grammy or no fucking<br />
Grammy, I still maintain this song is their<br />
weakest, as if they had foreseen the rise of<br />
Karaoke back in ’83 and decided to write<br />
the ultimate song for that particular milieu.<br />
At this point, Sting seemed understandably<br />
weary, but soldiered on til the final drawnout<br />
note. Then, the for-real, no-kidding, gohome-already<br />
finale, a song I admit I didn’t<br />
recognize, but from the distinctive punky<br />
energy, I figured it must be off an early<br />
album. (Yes, there were some misguided<br />
souls who once considered The <strong>Police</strong><br />
‘Punk’. But from the raw power these three<br />
put out this night, it’s perhaps not such a<br />
stretch after all.)<br />
This was one of those rare concerts that I<br />
will be able to say I saw in years to come,<br />
and expect youngsters who don’t know<br />
who Gordon Sumner is to look at me with<br />
awe and envy. With this show, the band reestablishes<br />
themselves without a doubt as<br />
a solid unit, not just ‘Sting & Co.’ Perhaps<br />
it’s just as well they split up at their peak,<br />
leaving fans with happy thoughts, rather<br />
than dragging on long after the thrill is<br />
gone. It seems hard to believe they hadn’t<br />
played together for more than 2 decades…<br />
but have you heard some of the bands that<br />
have endured for more than 2 decades<br />
lately? Mention should also be given to the<br />
opening band, Fiction Plane, but I should<br />
also mention the lead singer happens to be<br />
Sting’s eldest, Joseph. But one would figure<br />
that progeny or not, Sting would never<br />
permit any band to share the <strong>Police</strong>’s stage<br />
unless they were top drawer-which they<br />
indeed are, with strong songs and a drummer<br />
who would compare favorably to Copeland<br />
himself. Yes, Joe Sumner does sound like<br />
Daddy-but cut him some slack, it’s no small<br />
feat for any artist to establish their own style<br />
in the shadow of a megastar parent (just ask<br />
Liza-or the Lennon brothers).<br />
And, of course, everyone has their idea<br />
of a reunion’s ‘perfect’ set list, but anyone<br />
curmudgeonly enough to complain about<br />
the choices of the <strong>Seattle</strong> show should have<br />
just stayed home and listened to the box set.<br />
Still, I wouldn’t have minded the inclusion<br />
of the following: ‘Murder by Numbers’,<br />
‘Demolition Man’, ‘Canary In A Coal Mine’,<br />
‘Man In A Suitcase’, and an enjoyably silly<br />
obscurity about an inflatable love doll:<br />
‘Be My Girl-Sally’ (I guess the guy who<br />
couldn’t convince Roxanne not to put on<br />
the red light had to get it somewhere).<br />
Readings make great gifts!<br />
Have a Pride Party!<br />
June 15, 2007<br />
PRIDE ‘07 Music<br />
<strong>Seattle</strong> <strong>Gay</strong> <strong>News</strong><br />
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