A spontaneous autobiographical disclosure. A free-form slo-mo listening party. A song a day. Yours to enjoy.
Monday, October 10, 2011
Message in a birthday
Well, it's my birthday, and I'm going to indulge a longtime personal favorite. Sting's absurd career notwithstanding, I maintain the utmost loyalty to the Police's brief and excellent discography. I continue to be awed by the supercharged push of Stewart Copeland's drumming, Andy Summers's cool/understated guitar wisdom, and even Sting's attitude, pre-pompous assitude. This song captures the best of their hooks and subtle fanciness in one piece of pop magic. Great for both karaoke belting and jumping around the bedroom solo. Here it is live, exhilarating and seemingly on the verge of collapse the whole way through. Maybe even powerful enough to blow out those 34 birthday candles in my mind.
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