I was jolted out of bed this morning by the sound of a loud GONG! Like a shot I sat straight up and saw 5:14 a.m. on the bedside clock...damn, it's a dream! Down the stairs I go, to my first cup of coffee, with an undeniable pang in the pit of my stomache that could only mean one thing...Post-Police Withdrawal Syndrome (PPWS) has now begun! (Shit, I had hoped I could ride the high for at least 48 hours!)
Well, the high is still there...and the fact that I am finally sitting still for the first time in a while gives me a chance to reflect on an incredible week that had me spanning the tri-state area to see The Police four times in six days! It was some trip!! Closing out the week at Giants Stadium...knowing it was not only the end of my personal summer marathon, but also the last North American show for a few months...I am on emotional overload. Mostly, I feel so grateful! This tour was something I had long stopped believing would ever happen. The fact that it not only IS happening, but that it's actually living up to some pretty high expectations...well, seriously, how often does that happen? Can't even count all the times I've been slightly disappointed by the reality of something that I've built up in my mind to epic proportions...but here it is!! The Police have actually been on tour all summer (they have, right? I've been having some wild dreams lately...but this is really happening, isn't it?)...and I've been fortunate enough to see them A LOT...and it makes me happy in a way I haven't experienced for ages. It sort of makes me believe in things the way you do when you're too young to understand the concept of "obstacles." (Wanna be an astronaut AND a ballerina? No problem!) I'm not exactly sure why this reunion touches a place of such pure, unadulterated happiness in me...but it does. How can "thank you" possibly be enough for that? It's not...but it's a start. Thank you, Stewart! Thank you, Andy! Thank you, Sting!
It's also a little frightening to feel so passionately about something that you know won't last forever...but so much less frightening than the alternative. It's so easy to become jaded and blase...to build that little protective shell that over time makes it harder and harder for things to really "wow" us...maybe because we learn to avoid the things that might bring us joy but could also bring us pain. ("Love can mend your life, but love can break your heart!" Indeed!)
Do you remember being about 15-years-old and away from home...maybe on a family vacation, maybe at camp...and you meet that kid down the road who you really like? And you know you shouldn't get attached, 'cause you're like 1000 miles from home (or 50 miles away without a driver's license!) and sooner or later you're gonna have to say good-bye? And all your friends try to warn you...but you don't listen. And the summer comes to an end and it damn-near breaks your heart! But what if you never let yourself be touched that way...wouldn't that suck more??
So, I was going to write something about Giants Stadium...it was quite a day for so many reasons. Great weather. Awesome people. My favorite band playing the only music that has ever imprinted on me in quite this way. Stewart. The flag. It was all amazing, and I wanted it to last forever!! When the show reached the mid-way point, I swear I would've bargained with the devil to make time stand still...it moved waaaay too fast!
I don't mean this to be a downer. It's not over by a long shot, and I can't wait to hear every detail from every one of you about the shows you've waited for so patiently! And I'll buy more tickets for as many more shows as I can. But it's time for a return to "ordinary" life for awhile...and I'm a little edgy. How does one pretend to care about buying school supplies, trips to amusement parks and other end of summer activities? (Are there computers at Six Flags??)
We'll all get through this together, won't we?? First things first...just breathe!