We flew out of Tulsa on Tuesday in a rainstorm, and landed in Dallas just ahead of another rainstorm. I hate to whine about the weather, but it's been raining for a MONTH! Anyway, we escaped one soggy state for another so that we could see history...the reunion of The Police. We took Colin and his friend Sean. Sean plays the drums, so he was especially interested in watching Stewart Copeland, and wasn't disappointed despite the fact that we had to rent binoculars for our nosebleed section seats. Once the music started (they opened with Message in a Bottle), it didn't matter where we were sitting - it was an awesome experience that took us back to the College Days. Hate to sound old, but it's been a while since the Police were together. I've loved Sting and been a loyal fan post-Police, but there is something unique about the sound of this punky reggae-inspired band. They were awesome, and although they didn't sing One World (shame on you guys), the set list was packed with the best of the best. And these guys are not-so-young. Sting is 54, and Andy Summers is 64. There's hope for those of us who might be tempted to believe our best days are behind us. Not a chance.
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