To Sting or not to Sting?

Last week, the me and the band found ourselves in the grand midwest, foreclosing any hopes of catching a visually stimulating aesthetic on the road. I will say that the serenity within Ohio, and most particularly Indiana, provides within itself a sort of stimulation that pierces enough on its own. We also were listening to a whole lot of the Bon Iver record which is just really dang good. Anyway, we had some time on Saturday to kill. I caught Ryan Horne (of Ryan Horne and his own smoking army), James (bass), and Chris (drums) completely mesmerized on camera. Here:





You're most assuredly making your own presuppositions. What could captivate such an elusive audience? A seemingly impossible audience of grown people with their own agendas and precious free time. Maybe news of harsh weather approaching the area? The You Tube video of the british children biting at each others fingers? billiards on ESPN2? Try this on for size:






That's right...the audaciously blond god of the Police, Sting. These guys watched a whole lot of this DVD. This photo is taken from Sting live at the OMNI in 1983. The Omni was the home (before its removal) to Atlanta icons Dominique Wilkins and Spud Webb and, apparently, this bizarre showcase of the Police in their arena prime. A time period that I cannot and will not understand. Other than I was born the year later. I would liken the whole concert to an out take of the middle part of "Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom", where there's loads of over aggressive tribal warriors howling (in their own dialect I assume) for the removal of our dear Harrison Ford's heart. There was nothing cohesive about this DVD. Which made it completely awesome and engaging. Sting 4 life.