Seems like yesterday?/SPAN>we used to rock the show

 

I am the one who always got a comment for everything, so why not critique tonight event in the same line as all the rest.  

 

Seems like I carving my own little niche abroad ?It more like a re-make of the apartment on 13^th street, h what memories?(ironically this would be my first flashback to it).  Craving new music and with some extra time on my hands after a cancelled Australia trip, I bought a cheapity-cheap-cheap guitar and went on a downloading spree.  Tonight, I saw Sting.  (In true concert form, we went to eat after the show.  Typing with a full Swensen belly is proving quite sleepy so please bear with the comprehensive lags.)

 

He is an old man.  He looks severely aged and his band looks over the top desperately clinging onto their youthful rock look.  There no need for extra descriptive words because what else generically portrays Caucasian octogenarian symptoms so simply ?old.  My first reaction during the first solo-rift was amn, they better be good since theye been playing for so friggin long.? Sting made the transition from rock star to legend/classic with the short cropped hair and his stunning physique but he grown the hair out now and it seems to accentuate the creased countenance.  He may still be fit and tantric but the wrinkles combined with his longer thinning blonde hair, which seemed as if he pull a handful out every time he combed through it with his fingers, make me quite happy about the exorbitant amount of money I spent on the Shiseido men line this afternoon.

 

I hate being stuck in the comparative American mindset that puts down just about anything outside of the 50 states but there are quite a few things that I distinctly noticed off the bat.  1) I could barely fit in the made-for-Asian stadium seating. Correction ?Asian physique.  My arms squished the love handles down to still land on the arm rests but my pathetic attempts to be comfortable were quelled by the 200+ pound ex-pat in the adjacent row standing in the aisle.  Poor guy.   2) Singapore real-time stadium cinematography must be a couple of years behind in the field or I just way to picky.  I so accustomed to seeing the jumbo-tron zoomed in at the guitarist during his 12 measures of spotlight that I am speculating it was the cameraman coming out party because the jumbo-tron had nothing but  Sting on the whole show.  (This was the same with the other solo acts ?drummer, keyboardist, backup singers).  3) Sting career has spanned three decades but has his genre of music fallen into the same category as Sarah Mclachlan?  Given an older crowd and his new era of more classic guitar rifts lacking apocalyptic hooks, do I blame the culture that everyone was sitting the whole time?  Maybe it that they didn allow beer into the seated area.

 

BiPolar Ruminations: What I could title the complaints department above, the below could be titled the merican Psycho?envy section.

 

I am jealous of his voice and his range.  I am jealous of his physique and rumors of his sexual prowess.  In Phuket, we even joked about his rumored abilities on the dive boat,  hear Sting is coming to town but I don know when?  xactly.?SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  He just got such a bright overtone his in voice and belts out the upper range with great projection and complete confidence.  Steven Tyler looks like his face is coming off, so what does Sting have anything to worry about.  Realistically, I would want to be able to sing like him.  (Pretty normal manly voice with a great range and a bright overtone, nothing really exotic or ifferent?.

 

Somewhere during the first encore, the crowd hopped to its feet belting the lyrics to Desert Rose, Roxanne, and Il Be Missing You.  It hit me then that this guy comes from halfway around the world and whether late or not, gets the sold out arena standing and sing-lish-ing.  Who would not want to be him.

 

"This overachieving Brit from the defunct Police is still going strong, championing humanitarian causes, acting in films, and of course singing.  One of the very few singers whose career spans eras and appeals to an eclectic mix of audiences, Sting is fast becoming an icon in his own right.  Do we even need to say 'don't miss this?'" - Where Magazine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

PS:  Whoaets won!  I so detached from NFL.  It embarrassing.  But to make up for it, I'm trying to score tickets for the other football. Tiger Cup Finals Singapore v. Indonesia. I'll be rooting for Tiger Beer, that is if they allow it in the stands!@?@!?

 

Playlist:

David Tao: putongpengyo (when is this song not on the playlist)

Yann Theirsen: Comptine dne autre ete

Jet: Look What Youe Done

Keane: Somewhere Only We Know

Ryan Cabrera: True

Long Vacation Soundtrack

Amelie Soundtrack

2046 Soundtrack

Jay-z/Linkin Park

Jay Chow: hwae dow guo chu

 

it's not a woman hating quote:

"Only after I became a married man had it truly dawned on me that I was an inhabitant of earth, the third planet of the solar system.  I lived on the earth, the earth revolved around the sun, and around the earth revolved the moon.  Like it or not, this would continue for eternity (or what could be called eternity in comparison with my lifetime).  What induced me to see things this way was the absolute precision of my wife's twentynine-day menstrual cycle.  It corresponded perfectly with the waxing and waning of the moon.  And her periods were always difficult.  She would become unstable-evendepressed-for some days before they began.  So her cycle became my cycle.  I had to be careful not to cause any unneccessary trouble at the wrong time of the month.  Before we were married, I hardly noticed the phases of the moon.  I might happen to catch sight of the moon in the sky, but its shape at any given time was of no concern to me.  Now the shape of the moon was somethign I always carried around in my head." Murakami, Wind Up Bird Chronicles.  Sorry for the lack of variety, I'm just on a Murakami tangent.

 

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