Sting Rocks!

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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The night before last, El Hubbo went to Sting’s concert at the Target Center in Minneapolis and it brought back fond memories.

1984: Dream of the Blue Turtles Tour. My best friend Christy and I were 16 and 15, respectively. We saw this concert from not just the back, but the biggety-back of the Rhein-Neckar Halle in Heidelberg, Germany. Shortly thereafter I had my first erotic dream, starring Sting.

1988: Nothing Like the Sun Tour. I was 19 years old and in college (if you can call a .24 GPA “in college”) at the University of Texas at Austin. Earlier in the day while browsing the racks of a just-off-campus record store, a good-looking guy started flirting with me. Suddenly he asked me to the Sting concert. I agreed to go. We hit a Mexican restaurant first and I downed five margaritas in rapid succession. Can you say wasted? My drunken concert timetable:

[ul]7:30 - 8:00 PM: Cried bitterly because Sting would never make love to me.

8:00 PM - 8:15 PM: Potty break. Overheard girls in the bathroom talking about meeting Sting at the after-concert party. I considered pushing them down, but decided against it.

8:15 PM - 8:30 PM: Devised a clever plan. Our seats were as far left as one can get in the arena, right next to the blocked-off sections from which the stage is unviewable. If I could get to the seats directly behind the stage, I could jump the 10 feet from the mezzanine and actually meet Sting! I sat nonchalalantly on the stairs and waited for the security guards turn their backs, then I began my belly crawl down the row… I got about five feet before I felt a hand on my ankle. The security guard took pity on me and let me return to my seat.

8:30 PM - 8:45 PM: Fended off advances from the guy who brought me. Listened in shock to his assertions that I must pay him back for my ticket if I don’t give in.

8:46 PM: Feigned a potty break and left the building.

8:47 - 9:00 PM: Walked around the parked buses trying to talk the drivers into letting me sneak on Sting’s bus.

9:00 PM - 9:15 PM: Cried bitterly because bus drivers suck.

9:16 PM: Passed out in the grass outside the arena.

7:00 AM, The Following Morning: Woke up, realized where I was and walked home.[/ul]Last night was much less eventful. I had 2 beers before the show and none during. I sang along with all the songs, danced with my husband kissed him passionately. Sting rocks!

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I should have said “El Hubbo and I”

::sheesh::

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I saw Dream of the Blue Turtle and Nothing Like the Sun myself in Omaha. I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again: even if you don’t like Sting at all…he gives a GREAT concert. Learned how to stand on the back of a metal folding chair at the last one…you can learn new things anywhere.
Glad you had a good time, Canthearya. I’m envious.
struuter

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I would just like to point out, that whilst surfing the other day, the dial stopped on VH1.

I saw Sting, so I stopped. What’s that song he’s singing? And who are those young guys he’s with? And why are there thousands of screaming teenage girls at the concert?

Oh dear lord. Sting sold his soul to the Backstreet Boys.

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So, is he worth $200? Cuz that’s how much I paid to see him Aug 4 here at the Concord Pavilion. Oh well, he can stand up there picking his nose for an hour, and I’d still probably pay 200 for it.

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Connor, that was one song and it was for charity. Give the man a break.

Lessee… I would have liked to have paid $200 and been right on the floor in front of the stage, but El Hubbo was opposed. We paid $120 for 2 tickets, lower level on the corner. Great seats, although far away - even with someone standing in front of me I could still see the stage. Steep seats. We were in the hearing impaired section, too. It was cool watching the lady sign the songs.

I loooove Sting.

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Heh…I paid that much, too (well, for two tickets, anyway)! I’ll be there!

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Actually, wouldn’t that have been your job? :wink:

Yer pal,
Satan

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Mauve, I bought 2 tickets too. =) You think I would spend 200 for one ticke!? I’m not THAT crazy

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No, I didn’t think you were that crazy, pepperlandgirl - I was just hoping to allay any suspicions that I was that crazy :slight_smile:

Did you get good seats? Mine are about half-way back :frowning: And I got my tickets only 15 minutes after they went on sale!

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I’m gonna see Sting august…29th? or was it 25th? oh well, I am anticipating it muchly.

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That is the only GPA I have ever seen that was lower than what I put up my first year at college.

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Mauve, I pushed getting out tickets off until the last possible moment. When I went to get them there were exactly four seats available (Not counting the lawn seating). Our are in Lower SEction 102, row R, kind of to the far right. They aren’t TOO Bad, but they certainly aren’t what I wanted. At least they aren’t the upper level, or horror of horrors, lawn seating.

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Fuck. I’m here in the Bay Area. How about this pepperlandgirl, you give me $100 (that’s half price) and I will go and pick my nose in front of the Concord Pavilion for not 1 but 2 hours. You get 4 times the value.
:wink:

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scratch, as fun as that sounds, and as cute as you are, you are NO where NEAR as wonderful as Sting. Sorry =)

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It was a much better show than I expected and my expectations weren’t very low.

Zoing, I’m sorry you’re not going to see Tracy Chapman. She said that the KC show was her last show on the tour. To tell you the truth I didn’t know what to expect from her, but I knew I really like a couple of her songs. Her music was so pretty that the people were just sitting and taking it in pretty much. Then when she was done the whole crowd (well what I could see from reserved seating) jumped up in unison and screamed applause. Considering all of us old, fat people in the audience it was quite amazing to see the audience move that fast. I’ve been to a lot of rock concerts and never saw that kind of an effect before.

I won’t spoil Sting’s preformance. I’ll just say that it’s a show not to be missed if you like his music at all. But please don’t go expecting him to sound like the Police. Some idiot behind us started shouting in the middle of Roxanne, “Pick up the pace.” What an idiot!

And if you can see his face on a big screen or something, watch his face when he does “Message In A Bottle”. That’s audience participation time. What do rock stars dream of? I don’t really think it is big, black, shiny cars. I think it’s having influence over a whole audience like that. The expression on his face was like a little boy that just caused something big to happen, like “look what I did; ain’t I great.” Sorry, I’m still on my concert high.