This is waaaaay overdue, but I saw the Police out in Vegas back in June, and they were tight!
I was delighted to find that they exceeded my expectations throughout their entire 3-set, 2-hour performance.** They were in time, in tune, and energetic and innovative.
The only thing they didn’t really do was much 3-part harmony, but I don’t think that was their strong suit in the first place during live performances. Half of the songs were preserved as per their original studio recording or early concert days, and the others were given new life. I found it to be a very nice balance. Nothing was stale, but nothing was unrecognizably foreign either. In addition to crowd-pleasers like “Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic”, they also played many more B-sides like “Voices Inside My Head” which were a real treat for a hard-core fan like me.
You have to hand it to Stewart Copland in particular. What athleticism! He utilized a special percussion cage for a few numbers which was set up behind his drumkit — Wrapped Around Your Finger, and… I want to say… Walking in your Footsteps… He would fool around on the percussion cage for the first verse or so, then, in the space of a mere measure, he would seem to teleport to his drumkit and play right on the next beat. It was awesome!
Well — there’s a lot more I could write, but other reviewers are going to do it better and more thoroughly. From the perspective of both a hard-core fan and a (I like to think) decent musician, I found The Police concert well worth the money and I’m so glad I saw them live. If you’re thinking of going to any remaining concert dates, I recommend it!
My only complaint was with the crowd. What is it with people nowadays? Do we need handbooks for behavior in social situations? People left early, people crowded together and obstructed the view, people were TALKING ON CELLPHONES during the warm up act. (One chick in front of me wore a strapless sequened dress and snuggled up all close to her big money boyfriend, grinding against his hip like she was at a beach party and therefore blocking my view of the glorious Sting. When I politely… well, OK, somewhat despairingly… asked if she could please move because she was blocking my view, she and her boyfriend looked at me like I’d asked them to donate blood.)
**Well, short of Sting doing a strip-tease with a surprise appearance by Bono and Han Solo skydiving in, which was, let’s face it, a pretty high standard to meet!