Blast from the past...
I just got back home...
First of all, thank you so much to Sting and Tina, Dave, and Wendy. Flawless execution, from the emails to check in, and finally to the performance itself. I consider myself as one of the lucky ones to see and hear this rare look into the shared passions of two ''pop'' singers, linked across the centuries by lines, lyrics, and lutes...
Picture Sting and Mr Karamazov in front of a huge glass backdrop overlooking Columbus Circle, 59th Street, and Central Park. The Allen Hall is only about three years old, and with the hustle and bustle of The City quietly on display in the background, it was spectacular.
Sting was indeed in a great mood, and if he was nervous, as he said he was, he hid it well - behind some great one-liners. The sound quality was very good, and all 400 audience members had a great seat. I sat near Sandy from NY, a lovely lady from Chicago, and Stephanie from NY as well, whom I had met at the Irving Plaza show last year.
I thought I knew what to expect, as I'd heard some of the songs online, but hearing them live added extra dimension - because Sting enhanced each song by reading excerpts from John Dowland's letters, and explained the tenor of the times in which they were written. That deepened my appreciation of the music considerably. I could also understand how Sting was once at the head of a classroom: he was teaching us about Elizabethan music, while being respectful of the work and the artist as well.
I saw the Police at Shea Stadium in 1983, and saw every concert tour since except the Blue Turtles, so I know Sting's body of work. And this, to be sure, is not Sting's music.
But the night was truly a Sting night. Growing. Taking risks. Zagging when everyone else is zigging. He's always done this. Like when he branched out and did Brecht's ''Three Penny Opera.'' Or Jobim's music. Or Prokofiev's. Or Gershwin's. This wasn't about pop music. This night was about appreciation of music. Music that's classical. Music that's hard to play. Music about which I knew very little.
Not anymore. And I think that's the point.
I got the distinct feeling that Mr. Dowland was the original ''King of Pain'' based on his beautiful melodies and introspectful, melancholy lyrics. That may be what attracts Sting to his music...and why he felt compelled to share it with us.
''Come Again'' was my favorite song of the night. It has a courtly passion to it, and Sting really enjoyed singing it. ''To see...to touch...to kiss... to die...with thee again...'' In Elizabethan England, the phrase ''to die'' was a euphemism for orgasm. Title pun? Perhaps that's why Sting had that smile on his face. Who said Dowland wasn't clever?
Sting also had a chorale group supporting some of the songs with rich harmonies. And at the end, he also performed reinterpreted versions of ''Fields of Gold,'' ''Message in a Bottle,'' and a blues song by Robert Johnson. With Trudie looking on, ''Fields of Gold'' never sounded more beautiful - when accompanied by both lutes. Many in the crowd were moved to tears on that one - I have to admit, I got a little misty eyed... never heard Sting put more feeling into this song than tonight...
And when he mentioned ''6 billion castaways'' during ''Message in a Bottle,'' you could look out over his shoulder to see the throngs of city dwellers, heading home or in cabs or out walking or wherever, and that lyric took on additional significance with this live ''metaphor.''
The party afterward was right downstairs in the Stone Rose, another great venue/bar with an incredible view of the Manhattan skyline. This is where I had the good fortune of shaking hands with Sting. I say shaking because I was nervous. I hadn't met him before. As you'd expect, he was polite and friendly. To borrow from Seinfeld: ''Good shake. Perfect shake. Single pump, not too hard, doesn't have to prove anything, but firm enough to know he was there.''
The two words that come to mind about this moment are ''humility'' and ''royalty.'' Because when Sting suddenly has his attention focused on you, I found it was really humbling. I also felt a certain feeling of royalty: he has a regal air about him, a kingly quality I can't quite put my finger on. Those of you who have had the pleasure of meeting him might know what I mean...it's hard to explain.
Finally, I did get to introduce myself to Trudie, and Mr. Karamazov. Trudie is regal as well, though every bit as beautiful in person - even more so, actually. I left the party right after the staff at the restaurant brought out a big cake, while everyone sang ''Happy Birthday'' to Sting. He almost blew out all the candles in one breath...
I hope I captured the night for you. I know it's one I'll appreciate for a long, long time.
Again, kudos to Tina, Dave and Wendy. And most of all, thank you to Sting. I had an absolute blast.
And yes, I will be buying the album tomorrow.
(c) fondly, Tom for Sting.com