Pt 17
Ok. Going back a bit. During Hole in My Life, St. Jeff came out like he always does to twiddle with Stewart's drums. The Nutters go craazy and Jeff is obviously have a great time as well. Does Jeff do some points while he's out there? Honestly, the show has become such a mash up in my mind that I can't remember.
Really, there is a lot about the performance I don't remember. I remember the energy of all three being outstanding, with Stewart being particular nutso. I remember Andy being more precise than usual. I recall Sting seemingly like he was generally in good voice, but the one thing that I specially recall not hearing the whole night was Sting's bass. Not that it was down in the mix. But I was so focused on the other components of the show that have no memory of what Sting's bass was like that night.
I forget if Wrapped is the song where Stewart completely whacked part of the percussion rack right off (could have been KOP). But Jeff had to come out at some point and make some make shift repair. I remember it not sounding quite right after the repair (though I am sure it was the best that could be done given the emergency) but the coolness if Stewart breaking his percussion rack mid song was worth the slight off sound.
De Do Do Do began with Sting doing the Do Wop Diddy Diddy Dum song (what the hell is the name of that) but he did not seem to really return to that theme during the song like he did at Jones Beach.
Next was Invisible Sun. Not my favorite song of the tour to say the least, but I always like the photos displayed on the screen during this part. They would be what would make this song manageable. But there was no screen behind the stage, so I could not see the fucking photos!! However, the photographer who took those pics was in the camera pit in front of us for most of the show. He seemed pretty cool (more on him later).
As this was an obvious lull in the show, Pecos came up to me, to my surprise. As noted before, Pecos kind of scared me. Not because she was not nice in any way. To the contrary. In my observations of Pecos from afar, Pecos seemed very warm, funny, approachable, and sharp as a whip. But she is such a legend (lacquered pancakes anyone?) that I was intimidated nonetheless.
Pecos asked me if I wanted to have my picture taken with the band behind me. I was DYING for a chance like this. I didn't want to be an asshat and bother someone during the show to ask them to do this. But Pecos is such a total sweetheart (I know she'll laugh if she reads this, "Me, a sweetheart?") that she volunteered this without my needing to ask.
My camera is a piece of shit. ALLEGEDLY, it is supposed to be a pretty good camera. But it takes shit pictures during concerts. I always have to fuck around with the settings. Portrait. Sport. No flash. Its hit and miss. One pic will be fine when on Portrait mode but another pic just two seconds later on the same setting will turn out like shit.
So I had my camera set for sport mode and no flash. This kind of take multiple pictures in a row automatically. I didn't want to waste Pecos' time during the show fucking with my camera, so I just handed her my camera and hoped for the best. Pecos snaps the picture, but she tells me immediately they didn't turn out. I look at the view finder and series of dark blobby photos. So switch the camera mode to Portrait with Flash. I normally would not put a flash on, but I figured it would be just one fucking picture.
So Pecos starts to take my picture again when Mr. Douchebag Asshat decides to be funny and knock Pecos' hand while taking my picture. We end up with a very nice picture of Dermot's backpack.
Right then, I feel like Samuel L. Jackson at the end of Pulp Fiction when he decides not to kill Tim Roth. Had I not been in such a great mood, had I not been at the final show of the Police, the guy would have had his head fucking torn off his head and shove waaayy up his ass. I may come off as a nice, easy going guy. But I have that other side that unfortunately has to rear its head from time to time given that I spend most of my day dealing with fucking lawyers. And trust me. You don't want to see that fucking side of me. But this jackass has caught me on a good day at a good time, so I kind of laugh it off and Pecos tries to take my pic one more time.
I didn't notice this at first, but Bongo Boy had been watching this all go down. So before Pecos takes my pic, Bongo Boy steps between Pecos and Mr. Would-Have-Been-Dead-On-Any-Other-Day. Pecos is able to take my pic, but Mr. Fuck Face decides to grab Bongo Boy's hat. Now, Bongo Boy is like the definition of easy going. I imagine him listening to Marley not even having to toke up to be as mellow as the others listening to reggae with him. However, Ass Bag has crossed BB's line. It was almost like "Bongo Boy isn't home right now, but his really pissed off twin brother is and he wants to kick your ass." But BB is too good hearted to pop the Shit Head, though he deserved it. Instead, BB gives him this "I should SOOOOOOO kill you, but I'm watching Stewart right now" look. It works and the guy steps away. The pic by Pecos only sort of turns out, but there was no way in hell I was going to ask her to try one more time. But I am still eternally grateful for what she did.
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
There is no bigger gong.