OK since this has suddenly turned into a rock and roll blog, I've got a question: Why is it everyone I know and their brother is excited about the idea of a Police Reunion? Sting hasn't built a time machine that will suddenly transport us all to 1984, has he? I mean the guy's been making music better suited for dental office waiting rooms than jammin' out to for the last 15 years. (Who has a dream about blue turtles anyway? Acid heads, that's who.) Don't get me wrong, I thought the Police were cooler than cool in their day, I can recall as a teenager going into the mall record store and asking if they had a copy of Zenyatta Mondatta feeling like a true hepster. But come on, seeing these guys, who I assume still sorta hate each other, come back together for a mega cash grab constitutes the big buzz event for 2007? Really?
Well, if I go to the concert, I'm definitely not buying a t-shirt. That'll show em.
Which brings up another question to anyone over the age of 30 -- which I'd assume one would have to be to have any genuine interest in these old bastards gettin' on a stage and playing a half-hearted version of, "Canary in a Coalmine" -- just how does one comport oneself at a concert these days? Do you just sit there like you're watching a movie? Do you stand with your hands in your pockets, head slightly bobbing? Do you do some stationary dance in your allotted 3x3 foot personal space. The last concert I was dragged to (U2 -- another group I wouldn't mind seein' retire to the old rockers home...seriously, Bono, you're not Mother Theresa, so stop acting like it!) the whole question of how to behave had me so nervous I hit the vodka hard pre-concert and made a drunken ass out of myself beltin' along to "Beautiful Day."
Well, that's all for me folks, I can't believe that douchebag Rex Grossman is going to the Super Bowl, but that's not what this blog is about...