How the Police clubbed me over the head

Friday night I was lucky enough to see one of my childhood music heroes. Having been born to the 70s I came up thru the ranks just in time for Stewart, Andy and Sting to hit me in my formative years. My brothers would play their tapes and you could just tell from the first drumbeat who it was. Sadly enough, I hadn't yet seen them when they decided to call it quits.

Sadly enough I've made similar mistakes like that as well. I was presented with the chance to see Stevie Ray Vaughn at Alpine Valley and missed it because I had to work. When I came to work the next Monday morning I found out that his helicopter had crashed and he and several people had died. I wasn't going to make that mistake again if I could help it.

  When news first hit about a possible reunion tour I was awestruck. All three had gone onto do great solo work, but to return to the Police was amazing. As I knew it would the initial tour sold in a heartbeat and again I thought I was screwed, but then they made a second round and I jumped on the opportunity. I wasn't going alone either. I snapped up a ticket for my buddy TAG too.

  Months of waiting culminated Friday night at the amphitheater. Having never seen Elvis Costello either I thoroughly enjoyed him and the Imposters too. Sting came out and sang along for a song which really whipped the crowd into a frenzy.

When the lights went down once more it all came to a head seeing those three on stage. They could've just played any of their songs note for note, but instead they reworked them which added a new dimension. I myself wanted to hear Driven to tears and Murder by Numbers. I was able to hear the former, but not the latter. Still, here I was seeing the Police, for probably my first and last time. I honestly can say it was like being able to see the Beatles. That's a big one to throw out there, but I'm doing it.

And to think it only took just over twenty years to finally see them. Better late than never.